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mix the yeahhhhh - yn jay lyrics

[intro]
i, i done mixed the yeah
i done, i done, i done mixed the yeah
i done, i done, i done mixed (southside sh*t), ah

[verse]
i done mixed the cranberry with the apple juice
n*gga told the truth in his rap, but he was cappin’ too
should’ve played a role in the movie, he was actin’ too
pull up shooting clips like a movie, it was action too
n*gga, ah, f*ck, ah
i was locked up in the cage eatin’ dragon food
why you stuntin’ with them pradas on? you in your daddy’s shoes
i’m the grim reaper, i know billy, i know mandy too
pop a percocet, it tastes good, taste like candy, mmm
on the beach walkin’ through the sand, i got sandy shoes
i be really in bikini bottom, i know sandy too
why the f*ck you out here in designer, it’s from granny shoes?
i just hit a n*gga auntie mama, that’s your granny too?
i just dropped a hundred on this block, i ain’t playin with you
you be going over b*tches crib like, “i’m stayin’ with you”
d*mn you look like a bad baby, why you playin a fool
b*tch asked me, “is these red bottoms?” these some christy lous
knew a young n*gga caught a body, he a crystal too
knew a bithc sucks (aaaahhhhh)
knew a b*tch sucks d*ck so good she got a missing tooth
i just pulled up, drop the top, it’s a missing roof
n*gga, how the f*ck is you a dog you forget the ooofff
you ain’t know that i was up knockin forget about oooh
i was probably in the kitchen cooking can’t forget my soup
why you got that b*tch on your mind , can’t forget about boo
you seen how you did this mans, man can’t forget about juice
almost left my lean at the crib, can’ forget my juice
always lyin’ to my main b*tch, can’t forget my truth
i just hit a stick, keep going, i forget my ju
d*mn i left my chinese b*tch on read, can’t forget about sue
new custo donovick can’t forget her too
oh it’s a house full of botches, can’t forget my crew
house full of b*tched shakin’ ass
what the f*ck
finna throw a block part in the crib {unsure}
badass b*tch shakin’ ass, she gon’ f*ck
got a pad, b*tch, go to school, shoe don’t cuss
d*mn i gotta bad b*tch, she get all a’s
slide down on my enemy, he get all k’s
my young dark still catching players, he got hard j’s
i be still thinkin about them days i had
you ridin’ around with your gun out, why you talk like car {unsure}
i got caught with a {unsure} they try to {unsure} like car gangs
my n*gga told on me, that’s a darn shame
n*gga, you don’t fit in the streets, this a hard lane
n*gga, you ain’t never did no sh*t make your heart race
take off on a police, this a car chase
3*0*8 bullet seaters make his car shake
i just pulled off on a scat, it’s a car race
d*mn, on the highway doin’ 150
7*5k , you owe me times 2*1*50
i’m in flint, got the whole police on me, there’s only one bentley
mad as f*ck, can’t hit this b*tch twice, got one jimmy
ay yo, b*tch thick but she wasn’t pretty
b*tches beef 10 times, how the f*ck you wasn’t dizzy
{unsure} but he did let it off in one {unsure}
daaammmnnnn

- yn jay lyrics

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