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letra de mix it up a little - ebk young joc

[intro]
(legendmadeanotherone)

[verse]
on the block, them boys pullin’ up, take the straps
dog [?] got cornrows in his head, look like snap dogg
i can’t even tell you ’bout this sh-t that we done slapped, though
keep my glizzy everywhere i go, it’s like a backbone
took her out to dinner, i done think this b-tch got lastro
you worried ’bout a bale and i’m not, boy, my racks on
laser on the chop slappin’ at home, this not zap zone
but wait, let’s not forget i’m it (ayy)
i just checked some dough out the ho, i ain’t even hit
i ain’t with the internet thuggin’, leave it to the b-tch
feds on our ass tryna lock us down behind the fence
you can’t even spell what i got on, this designer sh-t (ayy)
loaded off the boat, me and bro can’t even find a whip
why the f-ck you told and we know he never got on sh-t?
i just rocked the boat, she mine now, this is not your b-tch
suckers on the ‘net wolfin’ hard, okay, let’s go spin
knock knock, b-tch, we at your door, okay, let’s go in
i can two-step with this pole, n-gga, bestroman
i’ma bring it out, n-ggas broke, you gon’ stretch those bands
eenie-miney-mo, there he go, brodie, up your slam
glock on me, heard he got a ghost, boy, that sh-t gon’ jam
free my brother hari, me and doggy was gettin’ to those bands
if i got pole, i’ma blow, don’t let me get the upper hand
scratch off in the scat (skrrt), aw f-ck, you done it, man
run, gingerbread man, run, do the running man
she gon’ bring me ten, not a five on the other hand
no kizzy, and for your info, that’s no cap
everywhere i go you know i gotta keep the strap (you know i got it)
i don’t wear white, b-tch, i’m poppin’ out in black
put a hole in your hat if you thinkin’ we gon’ scr-p
we really drop n-ggas, word around they can’t believe we rap
she a thot, n-gga, why the f-ck you hit her bareback?
we some hot n-ggas, catch him, blow him, we don’t spare jack
lean your rock with it, chop blowin’, push his chair back
but anywho, moves i’m sayin’, let’s keep it goin’ (ayy)
they like how you do it? sh-t, i don’t know, i just be flowin’ (sh-t, i don’t know)
she blowin’ up my phone, i press decline, she get ignorin’ (man)
i’m probably somewhere sleep, i’m off the— shh, i’m somewhere snorin’
finger-f-ck the yopper, i need a doctors, my fingers sore
b-tch, we get it poppin’ and we droppin’ at any store
she gon’ pop lock and drop it, her sister say hit the floor
she gon’ bring back three, but her sister bringin’ back four
itty-bitty, you gotta do better, send her back for more (what the f-ck is this?)
no drive-bys on lockit, we hoppin’ out, pop the door

- ebk young joc

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