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Mix The Yeahhhhh
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YN Jay
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I, I done mixed the yeah I done, I done, I done mixed the yeah I done, I done, I done mixed (Southside sh*t), ah I done mixed the cranberry with the apple juice n***a told the truth in his rap, but he was cappin' too Should've played a role in the movie, he was actin' too Pull up shooting clips like a movie, it was action too n***a, ah, f**k, ah I was locked up in the cage eatin' dragon food Why you stuntin' with them Pradas on? You in your daddy's shoes I'm the grim reaper, I know Billy, I know Mandy too Pop a Percocet, it tastes good, taste like candy, mmm On the beach walkin' through the sand, I got sandy shoes I be really in Bikini Bottom, I know Sandy too Why the f**k you out here in designer, it's from granny shoes? I just hit a n***a auntie mama, that's your granny too? I just dropped a hundred on his block, I ain't playin' with you You be going over to b*t*hes' crib like, "I'm stayin' with you" Damn, you look like a bad baby, why you playin it fool? b*t*h asked me, "Is these red bottoms?" These some Christian Loubs Know a young n***a caught a body, he a Christian too Know a b*t*h suck— ahh Know a b*t*h suck d**k so good, she got a missing tooth I just pulled up, drop the top, it's a missing roof n***a, how the f**k is you a dog, you forget the oof? You ain't know that I was up now, can't forget 'bout Lou I was probably in the kitchen cooking, can't forget my soup Why you got that b*t*h on your mind? Can't forget 'bout boo You seen how you did his main mans, can't forget 'bout Juice Almost left my lean at the crib, can't forget my juice Always lyin' to my main b*t*h, can't forget my truth I just hitstick and keep going, I forget my juke Damn, I left my Chinese b*t*h on read, can't forget 'bout Sue New custo Donovan, can't forget 'bout Sue Oh, it's a house full of b*t*hes? Can't forget my crew House full of b*t*hes shakin' ass, what the f**k? I'm finna throw a block party in the crib in the Buck Bad-ass b*t*h shakin' ass, she gon' f**k Got a bad b*t*h go to school, she don't cuss Damn, I got a bad b*t*h, she get all A's Slide down on my enemy, he get all K's My young dog still catchin' plays, he got hard J's I be still thinkin' 'bout them days I had hard days You ridin' 'round with your gun out, mine tucked like card games I got caught with the uh, they tried to book me like card games My n***a told on me, that's a darn shame n***a, you don't fit in the streets, this a hard lane n***a, you ain't never did no sh*t make your heart race Take off on the police, it's a car chase .308 bullets hit his whip, make his car shake I just pulled off on a Scat', it's a car race Damn, on the highway doin' one-fifty Seven-five K on me times two, one-fifty I'm in Flint, got the whole police on me, one Bentley Mad as f**k I can't hit this b*t*h twice, got one jimmy Yeah, your b*t*h thick, but she wasn't pretty b*t*hes beef ten times, how the f**k you wasn't dizzy? Upped the gun, but he didn't let it off, it wasn't in him Damn
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