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yng - mr.mix it lyrics

mr.mix it
they call me mr.mix it
when i’m in the kitchen
i be whipping chickens
i be kitchen flipping
i just stick my d-ck
in all these different b-tches
have you catch your feelings
but your love is missing
if you got evicted
they be pistol whipping
got my n-gga bl1ckey
in a headed temple
my n-gga bl1ckey
he be emptying the clip, till the b-tch is empty
hold up
on with the blind hoe
lame sh-t i can flip a brick
me and bl1ck in the back seat
we stay smoking that reggie sh-t
popping hot
we get remmie moss
getting rich
we getting plenty more
me and bl1ckey
we be getting hoes
act simmey hoe
we let the 40 blow
in the block
let the cash flow
when i say that
they find memo
real n-ggas don’t change up
they stay in loyal that’s cheat code
i be smoking and sipping and drink
you smoking and drink
it’s making me think
when my 40 be busting
you n-ggas be thuggin
i swear that n0body ain’t safe
my young n-ggas don’t play around
they will drill a n-gga for the fun
and when i was 9
my uncle taught me how to drill a n-gga with a gun
it be me and gotti,we be dropping bodies
if you see us, n-ggas better run
i’m on a paper chase,till my legs brake
if i start flipping sh-t
you might just hear the sh-t
bullets hit your sh-t
you might just hear the flip
i got n-ggas with me
i got k!llers with me
i be serving jungles
got gorillas with me
i be f-cking hoes
never cuffing hoes
so she blow blow
like a runny nose
you a joke joke
to these funny hoes
i’m a p-ssy k!ller
make her bite the pillow, cause she like to feel it from the back
all these broke hoes always talking bout
you always like a n-gga with a sack
i be loving the b-tch
that’s the same
i’m just trying to remember her name
n-gga i be smart of a b-tch if she giving me brain
i will hit a n-gga on the low
and when my glock c-ck, f-ck a knock knock
i will just hit a n-gga through the door
your b-tch
i ain’t tripping off of those hoes
i ain’t scared of none of these n-ggas
and if it wasn’t for this little petty case
i will bust a head in all of these n-ggas
finesse
these fake rappers, keep fake rapping
put a head in all of these n-ggas
you best believe when my n-gga home
i’m putting ribs through all these n-ggas
yeah, i’m that n-gga kenny’s
i be gripping 50’s
slide down your chimney
got my n-gga bl1ckey
he be grabbing 50’s
i be serving n-ggas
ain’t no f-cking denny’s
yeah i’m to legit
when the roof is split
here to flip a n-gga
like a summy twist
you can have the clip
if you want the clip
these n-ggas b-tches
they be f-cking snitching
i’ma hear the bock-up
you going hear the bock-up
all these presidential n-ggas
calling me baracka
if i was anybody
i be anybody
i always have that 40 in my pocket
so ain’t no need to stop me
i be in the swesh
get the belly flopping

- yng lyrics

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