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mip - what's up lyrics

[intro: rick and morty, dance moms, mip]
just hit a b-tton morty, give me a beat
oh man, ok alright uhm
did you just sit there and say that my daughter looks miserable so maybe we should put kehlani in her place
no i never said that
you most certainly did
no i didn’t dingbat, listen!
yeah aye
yeah aye
shhh, yessir

[chorus]
grew up to make a few bands
double figures on my -ss
gotta do the dash (let’s go)
she saw the d-ck so i left her on read
wait should i do it again (yessir)
hold on the man them calling the feds
wait up say it again (wait what)
what’s up he saying i took the shordy out of his hands (sn-tch her)
these n-ggas they cap a lot (cap)
pull out the parking lot
ops on me like i popped the glock
pull out once it 5 o’clock
my n-gga’s geese and i lead the flock
that lil b-tch need suck my c-ck (suck on it)
we ain’t no rock band but we rock
i make money i talk a lot
we n-ggas we horde the block

[verse]
i’m with my gangsters they pulling triggers
can’t f-ck with b-tch they gold diggers
ice me now yeah i’m a slipper
i’m rapping now i only get bigger (bigger)
b-tches they loud they always diss her (diss her)
writing these lyrics just like a cipher (cipher)
180 on in the bag its a sniper
army gets stiffer
karma gets bigger
running the pack got my dogs in the back
your b-tch is a thot i threw a couple of racks (yessir, gotta b-tch)
the lil shordy go let me givebacks
don’t give a f-ck but u know i’m next (perfect)
i f-ck on my b-tch suck her t-ts have s-x
you know i’m protective i use latex
i’m loading my money with amex i’m up cashing checks
i’m dropping my sh-t
i’m dropping projects
dripping in kappa you know its the flex
hop in the condo with a complex

[interlude]
dripping in kappa you know its the flex
hop in the condo with a complex
dripping in kappa

[chorus]
grew up to make a few bands
double figures on my -ss
gotta do the dash (yessir)
she saw the d-ck so i left her on read
wait should i do it again (yessir)
hold on the man them calling the feds
wait up say it again (hol’ up)
what’s up he saying i took the shordy out of his hands (sn-tched her)
these n-ggas they cap a lot
pull out the parking lot
ops on me like i popped the glock
pull out once it 5 o’clock
my n-gga’s geese and i lead the flock
that lil b-tch need suck my c-ck
we ain’t no rock band but we rock
i make money when i talk a lot
we n-ggas we horde the block

- mip lyrics

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