letra de mixed up - lawsy
[intro]
yeah, run this sh-t, i’m way too high
i’m way too high, run this sh-t (f-ck you winter) and i’m way too high
yeah, uh, now who the f-ck? (yeah)
now who the f-ck? yeah, let’s go
lawsy, pick up
[chorus]
hop on the r&b let’s go
bad b-tch, but she ain’t gettin’ close
i really be trappin’ sh-t i can’t show
i walk in that b-tch, got too many ho’s, i get ’em mixed up
bad b-tch, but i just wanna f-ck
she in love, i don’t f-ck with that stuff
you said i ain’t ’bout, b-tch test yo’ luck
go check your ho, she been hittin’ me up
[verse 1]
check yo’ ho, she been ridin’ my nuts
she 23 and she still wanna f-ck
they sent me to jail, i ain’t give a f-ck
first day out, got a new gun
first day out, with a new bl!ck
trap star, i’m still cookin’ that sh-t
that b-tch got an onlyfans, she be rich
she gettin’ me backwoods, that sh-t be lit
she turned 21, startеd buying me nic’
i ain’t payin’ her back, she suck on my d-ck
shе suck on d-ck, i’m a buss on her lip
i’m young enough to be that b-tches kid
real shooter, man, i’m slidin’ with six
shout out that mo’f-cker, he don’t miss
real mo’f-ckers, we hittin’ them l!cks
talkin’ sh-t and his ass got b-tched
talkin’ sh-t, till his ass got robbed
f-ck one perc, i’m takin’ them all
rich drug addict, i’m tweakin’ at the mall
rich mo’f-cker, i’ll f-ck on your moms
[chorus]
hop on the r&b let’s go
bad b-tch, but she ain’t gettin’ close
i really be trappin’ sh-t i can’t show
i walk in that b-tch, got too many ho’s, i get ’em mixed up
bad b-tch, but i just wanna f-ck
she in love, i don’t f-ck with that stuff
you said i ain’t ’bout, b-tch test yo’ luck
go check your ho, she been hittin’ me up
[verse 2]
check your ho, she in my dm’s
trap too hard, servin’ out the benz
that b-tch tryna f-ck, it’s 7am
i relapse on them pills again
i feel like tecca, i did it again, ho
don’t call me, “gang”, boy i ain’t your friend
if you need some percs, b-tch, i’m the man
you need some percs, b-tch, hit my line
24/7 b-tch, we sellin’ lines
it’s 7/11, i serve all the time
shout out to mo’f-ckers doin’ crime
and that coupe got two seats, they recline
i’m f-ckin’ your b-tch, boy, you ain’t that guy
got too many ho’s, i ain’t even try
f-ck it i cheat b-tch, all the time
[bridge]
yeah, ayy, shout out to mo’f-ckers doin’ crime, for real
real mo’f-ckers, b-tch, we hittin’ l!cks
real mo’f-ckers, that boys sh-t really don’t miss
lawsy, pick up
[chorus]
hop on the r&b let’s go
bad b-tch, but she ain’t gettin’ close
i really be trappin’ sh-t i can’t show
i walk in that b-tch, got too many ho’s, i get ’em mixed up
bad b-tch, but i just wanna f-ck
she in love, i don’t f-ck with that stuff
you said i ain’t ’bout, b-tch test yo’ luck
go check your ho, she been hittin’ me up
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