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letra de mix it - moneymarr

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[intro]
who made this sh-t, pharaoh?
kutta, cut that sh-t up, man
uh

[pre-chorus]
model b-tches, yeah, i like ’em
all this new money, got b-tches excited
circle too big, gotta get sh-t tighter
i told her open her mouth a little wider (yeah)
jet time, hop on a private
i wanna go to monte, go to islands
all the rich n-ggas just sit back in silence
all broke n-ggas just need ’em some guidance (yeah)

[verse 1]
ain’t think i was makin’ it this far
dirty diana, ain’t hoppin’ in this car
back in the day, used to slide in a zip car
please don’t speak, put my d-ck where your lips are (uh)
smokin’ on dope, that’s prеssure
got two cars, need one more еxtra
first in the hood, yeah, they callin’ me special
when i go shoppin’, i need all the specials (yeah)

[chorus]
mix it, mix it, mix it
too many b-tches, got them in the mix
[verse 2]
can’t trust none of ’em, everybody tricky
broke-ass n-ggas, that sh-t make me sick
100k dropped, sh-t came too quick
money can’t stop, process won’t quit
get me a check and i’m takin’ a trip
i beat the back and that p-ssy gon’ drip (yeah)

[pre-chorus]
model b-tches, yeah, i like ’em
all this new money, got b-tches excited
circle too big, gotta get sh-t tighter
i told her open her mouth a little wider (yeah)
jet time, hop on a private
i wanna go to monte, go to islands
all the rich n-ggas just sit back in silence
all broke n-ggas just need ’em some guidance (yeah)

[chorus]
mix it, mix it, mix it
mix it, mix it, mix it
mix it, mix it, mix it
mix it, mix it
too many b-tches, got them in the mix (uh)

[verse 3]
point ’em out
diamonds, bringin’ them pointers out
our n-ggas time is running out
once you in that jam, ain’t no comin’ out
ain’t worried ’bout followers, worried ’bout dollars
when it come to trap sh-t, yeah, i’m a scholar
back in the day, we was poppin’ them collars
back in the day, give a f-ck ’bout a college (yeah)
[pre-chorus]
model b-tches, yeah, i like ’em
all this new money, got b-tches excited
circle too big, gotta get sh-t tighter
i told her open her mouth a little wider (yeah)
jet time, hop on a private
i wanna go to monte, go to islands
all the rich n-ggas just sit back in silence
all broke n-ggas just need ’em some guidance (yeah)

[refrain]
ain’t think i was makin’ it this far
dirty diana, ain’t hoppin’ in this car
back in the day, used to slide in a zip car
please don’t speak, put my d-ck where your lips are (uh)
smokin’ on dope, that’s pressure
got two cars, need one more extra
first in the hood, yeah, they callin’ me special
when i go shoppin’, i need all the specials (yeah)

[chorus]
mix it, mix it, mix it
mix it, mix it, mix it
mix it, mix it, mix it
mix it, mix it
too many b-tches, got them in the mix

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