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mingle - rutmaster lyrics

*intro/hook*
boutta be the biggest n*gga out my city that there ever was
been through my ups and downs i had to weather through the storm
will you believe in me if we fly out baby
we living lavish
spend it in paris
yea yea yea

*verse*
wait, (wait)
i got some new keys and a whip getting sloppy toppy in the back of it, (in the back of that)
she throwing it back. ah mad the way that she clapping it, (clap clap)
had me deeping my life
oh my i don’t wanna be single, (oh my i don’t wanna be single)
baby lets take a trip. grab some more drinks f*ck around and just mingle
wе smoking exotic weed
got the best sh*t from thе potent trees
pull up but these n*ggas ghosting
talk like they big but they don’t want smoke with me, (they don’t want no smoke with me)
i run a small line
come like will jardine from demand i supply em fiends
you are not in my league uh
got the choppa it sing like aaliyah
uh look

*bridge*
let your guard down
put your guns up
f*ck with me you not getting no younger
f*ck with me a n*gga like no other, (f*ck with me a n*gga like no other)
f*ck with me i can take you to wonderland
we taking a trip. still chasing the bag
hit it so right you forget how to stand
hit it so right you forget how to stand
‘fore i run from a n*gga i’ll lose the fight
if i gave you a job i won’t say it twice, (say it twice)
n*ggas moving funny like i won’t take they life
pull up on em
grrr. bow
my red dot is precise

*verse*
weigh it, (weigh it)
bag it, (bag it)
pass it to the runner uh, (uh)
we come like a relay team
everyone gon eat
not my fault you’re a stunter, (nah)
two n*ggas loading up in the back they shoot like curry’s, (get a man down)
hand to hand mortal kombat gon get in ya head like patrick beverley, (get a man down)
bacardi
bottle custom stepping to a party
n*ggas look cause i’ve got a bad b*tch standing next to me
she don’t need no friends cause she friends with me, (cause she friends with me)
move different when money or girls are around
i can’t f*ck with you don’t f*ck with clowns, (nah nah)
ain’t bout money then what are we talking bout
we gon party till they bring my coffin out, (till they bring my coffin out)

*hook 2*
boutta be the biggest n*gga ever out my city, (out my city)
through ups and downs i had to weather through the storm, (through the storm)
will you believe in me if we fly out baby, (baby)
we living lavish
spend it in paris
yea yea yea
*outro*
wait, (wait)
i got some new keys and a whip getting sloppy toppy in the back of it, (in the back of that)
she throwing it back. ah mad the way that she clapping it, (clap clap)
had me deeping my life
oh my i don’t wanna be single, (oh my i don’t wanna be single)
baby lets take a trip. grab some more drinks f*ck around and just mingle uh

- rutmaster lyrics

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