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mitchell bay - laces lyrics

(intro:lil boosie sampled hook)

(verse 1:mitch-ll bay)
dope boy fresh son i don’t sell nothing tho
i just get this money f-ck em hoes and let these motherf-ckers know
i’m a boss i’m a pimp i’m the godd-mn general
on that medical ain’t gonna say it twice get it pal?
light jog on my way to the endzone
married to the game while you in the friendzone
and love hurts but i need the pain
i swear ima get this change but still be the same
mitch-ll bay be the name ballin’ be the game
michael jordan, mitch-ll janveau same initials
may not be sponsored but my game official
if my life was a movie id call the shots play the pistol
my rhymes spark off the page like a book of matches
can’t sleep on me its like i took ya mattress,look ya b-st-rds
i’m here to stay whether they here to play or do bidness(business)
to the death im in this reppin and runnin like fitness
you about to witness the vision of someone precisioned to winnin’ crossin’ the line before everyone finished
today was a good day f-ck it im livin’
underground rookie of the year lookie here
dreams of the paper y’all don’t even seem major

(hook)

(verse 2:mitch-ll bay)
i stay with my booth no florida panther
if yall are sick i bring more of the cancer
i got ambition in my eyes that have transitioned into fly ambitions that divide the b-tches that cry
about the so called switches that i have made in my sound f-ck do i really gotta get to breaking it down?
and taking it to back to the basics on my real life are what my lyrics are based b-tch
no doubt this industry is so faceless
im different cause my own mirror i can face it
without feeling the shame im the prince y’all best kneel to the name
when i’m slamming it turns to magic og o’neill in the game
so real is my flame sit ya 5 dollar -ss down before i make change
get it cracking like i could make cake blow up
spit so real i make the fake throw up
no question the shots i take slow up
the whole lane im a purple junkie my crib look like soul plane
i’m not looking for much just a gold chain
with a cuban link who would think i would be who would sing
the views of a whole generation the world bout to witness my souls penetration shine like there’s gold in my laces

- mitchell bay lyrics

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