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kevangotbandz - in the mix lyrics

i’m in the mix like a bakery
you ain’t shot sh-t quit the fakery
balmains on my -ss 7 pockets full of cash
in the foreign do the dash
i can’t show a b-tch my stash

f-ck 12 won’t leave a trace
do a drive by in a wraith
where i’m from it ain’t safe
they put the play up on the play

rob you when y’all supposed to rob
stay out these streets go get a job
thugging ain’t for everybody
did away with everybody

now these n-ggas scared prolly
think they gone go dead bout it
put one in yo head bout it
who you bank with go fed bout it

still sliding in the grand
put ya under for a band
my b-tch wanted to f-ck my mans
told my my mans f-ck the b-tch
i could never love the b-tch
never have i trust a b-tch
y’all n-ggas on some other sh-t
i’m tryna get my mother rich
back door get my brothers rich
trade a b-tch for a brick
and i’m with dogs vick
sipping medicine like i’m sick

quan sliding with a ruger
reese that’s the f-cking shooter
take yo pack and sell it to you
rob you like i never knew you

if yo -ss ain’t in the circle
then yo -ss up out the circle
all my n-ggas
getting money
in sports
committing murders

my respect i’ll die about it
head first dive bout it
head first up in the jungle
struggle turned me to a monster

it ain’t bout money then what it’s about
run a track just like it’s a route
look my b-tch up in her eyes
once we in it ain’t no outs

and that’s how i’m rocking
and that’s how i’m rolling
and i’m off the block when 12 patrolling
and when i’m there you won’t even notice
turn the volume it get me up in focus

my son gone be iced out for his daddy iced out
and when i’m in yo b-tch tell her turn the lights out
vonta sliding in a vic
choppa come without the kick
glock come with the stick
and for yo b-tch i come with d-ck

may my n-ggas in rest in peace
the ones living it’s time to eat
tell my side b-tch i love her
give my main b-tch to my brother
pig pork chop getting smothered
mouth shinning gold like b-tter
snakes on my -ss medusa i’m a seller you a user
really thugging you on computers

we ain’t the same lil n-gga
i don’t need no gang lil n-gga
and i really popped them thangs lil n-gga
long live lil mark

go against the grain get burned with the flame
don’t talk to the cops don’t mention my name
if you get jammed up zip ya lips don’t sang
n-ggas be cappin all these n-ggas lame
sell they soul that’s all for the fame
cops on my -ss do the dash like i’m dame
totally different n-gga we ain’t the same
and all my dogs vicious they can’t be tamed
sold every drug and i thought about cane
get in that p-ssy im making it rain
tired of taking losses do whatever for to gain
really want this sh-t do whatever for the game
wash my hands you go against the grain
if he get caught that boy gone sang
i can feel it
he gone squill it
this 4.5 im a wheel it

i’m in the mix like a bakery
you ain’t shot sh-t quit the fakery
balmains on my -ss
7 pockets full of cash
in the foreign do the dash
i can’t show a b-tch my stash

- kevangotbandz lyrics

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