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snowfall - rappin' mitch lyrics

[intro]
yeah yea
i wonder what happen to little brittany
y’all remember little brittany from..
yeah yea..
all man

[bridge]
life is what you make it though
some n*ggas they made it snow
drug dealing professionals
can’t break the mold, just bless the mold
golden pots on golden stoves
r.i.p. fostell and boe
lost some friends and gained some more
guess that’s just the way it go

[verse 1]
stove cooking, young n*ggas jooking
tims untied, drip heavy brooklyn
ginuwine play system knocking
dope dealing i’m selling options
backpack on my back jack
young black chap don’t get your kid napped
better talk lite, better watch step
cause i know n*ggas, that know n*ggas
they ain’t wrapped tight, ain’t much there
flow cold night, n*gga n*gga air
that’s kite weather be quite clear
can’t name a n*gga i might fear
like a hundred chains on my neck drip
just woke up in my next whip
that’s premonition that’s predication
that’s grand mama in the kitchen wishing
soft prayers for us ball players
our exterior multilayered
that’s onion onion
i mean super mario with a lot of jumping
that’s levels bruh
big chopper better get your boy
best sweep up whatever left of bruh
like jesus god almighty i’m just living like the nineties
keep that ooowop right beside me
in case these drawers wanna line me
i’m signed to myself, signed to myself, so you can never unsign me
like a hundred chains on my neck puta
so you can never unshine me
like a hundred chains on my neck puta
so you can never unshine me

[hook]
i just left my ceiling up
sipping out of dirty cups
mood ring make my mood change
who wanna shooter who on game
game

[verse 2]
we deep rooted, battery included
had to cancel n*ggas, these n*ggas judas
to to counsel n*ggas, these n*ggas students
had accounts with n*ggas, big amounts with n*ggas
had plans to make it, we evaluated
we leveled up, we levitated
we smoked together, we medicated
my bruh forever, my official statement
we stress the idea of a dream and a scheme and a team
building on all that we seen and all that we heard
both of these things
trying to get paper, got d*mn a hater
dripping with flavor, that’s all that we give her
between there and there somehow we gave up
i was the shooter, you had the lay up
still hearing your music that sh*t sound real player

[verse 3]
man i miss tish
man i miss gants
man i miss jo jo
and i miss moon, ms. anna, ms. june
and i miss neva, her sh*t had me weaker
how can i miss tweet, just hit her last week
gotta double back that yeah yea
had to double tap that yeah yea
and i miss brit, body legit
breaking up to make up
f*cking up the make up
flexing in the oldsmo
engine in the oldsmo
mechanic got it super tight, wet p*ssy, corn rolls
i think i miss my oldsmo
both the two and four door
that the red and the brown hoe
that’s the red and the brown hoe
i think i miss my old goals
think i miss my old gold
think i miss my old glow
rappin’ mitch ‘double o’ four
after graduation gang gang trouble making
but the best times a n*gga know, true sh*t
ice dripping on a n*gga neck
all this new money wash away a n*gga debt
big muscle man all a n*gga do is flex, body builder
whipping up a pot of grits, in a blender
never been familiar with the, f*ck sh*t, a n*gga do a n*gga scheme
i just seen the bigger picture
1992 olympic dream team
chuck daly

[hook]
i just left my ceiling up
sipping out of dirty cups
mood ring make my mood change
who wanna shooter who on game
game

- rappin mitch lyrics

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