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rappin’ mitch - 06 tip lyrics

[verse 1]
nineteen in the olds mo, whip it like its dope, bro
cherry coke and small fries, slinging dope and drive+by’s
ghetto n+gga getting by, work the wrist i’m whipping my
dope in bowls and pots in kitchens
grow up without pots to p+ss in
hundred chains on blind your vision
pots of gold that’s superstitious
we was poor, trapping dime bags at the store, of weed and blow
a/c broke, windows down, speeding fast to catch a cold
in the winter heater broke, r.i.p. fostell and jo

[hook]
ten piece, ten piece
wing and a fry
ten piece wing and a fry
ten piece, ten piece
wing and a fry
ten piece wing and a fry

[verse 2]
robbing peter pay paul, rob the robbers, coke cost
took a hit that’s they loss, sipping lean and doze off
now its cocaina, nine nickel nina’s and neno carters
mitch smelling like neiman marcus
rich n+ggas got richer off us, shaking hands and meet the bosses
got lost in my walk in closet
change my diet strictly water (yeah, yeah)
gold is dripping, loss my homies, burning bridges
all my exes kept up with me
ride around my city flexing what’s the deally
[hook]
ten piece, ten piece
wing and a fry
ten piece wing and a fry
ten piece, ten piece
wing and a fry
ten piece wing and a fry

[verse 3]
i was super cooling, super cooling with the homies
rolling up a stogie and forgot what mama told me
ski mask over face so that none these n+ggas know me
i just wanna shine so they see me, say they saw me
ten piece wing and a fry, n+gga, i bend freaks
rolling in my cut all four tires, banana peel streets
partner told me p+ssy k!ll, rap mitch rap, man, it’s real deep
i answer with the the deuce and say trill
my n+gga pimp c
d+mn all these oldies old, rosie rose rolling stoked
pockets full of posies
with white peddles
boy, that’s f+cking coke
city full of potholes, with no progress, we all pushing dope
she be on that pole like she polling, but ain’t never vote
z+280 yellow b+tter, insides creamy oats
made it rich as sugar pies, homie only granny know
teacher thought i wouldn’t survive
thought i’d be all kinds of broke
b+tch, that b+tch all kinds of slow
i left high school got higher dope
[hook]
ten piece, ten piece
wing and a fry
ten piece wing and a fry
ten piece, ten piece
wing and a fry
ten piece wing and a fry

- rappin mitch lyrics

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