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letra de mixed personalities (original version)* - ynw melly

lyrics from snippet

[intro]
i think i got mixed personalities, i-i-i, ahhh
this b-tch switched up my whole mentality, ohh

[chorus]
i think i got mixed personalities
this b-tch switched up my whole mentality
this b-tch, she got mixed personalities (yeah)
one day she happy, then she mad at me

[post-chorus]
say you want someone that’ll love you
someone who could please you
someone who can kiss on and rub you
f-ck you like this, f-ck you like that

[verse 1]
this b-tch, i swear that she be trippin’, dawg
one day she bleedin’, then she crippin’, dawg
she suck the d-ck and then she l!ck the b-lls
she readin’ texts and tryna smell my vault
this lil’ b-tch, she trippin’, this lil’ b-tch, she crazy
she wants all the clique ’cause she wanna have my babies
but you got have the whole ynw, baby
we strapped up and got glocks just like the navy
i’m a young n-gga, but, b-tch, you my old lady
she gon’ ride the d-ck like a foreign mercedes
pour it up, we crashin’ a mercedes
b-tch in the back and she, ah
she gon’ suck my d-ck just like some hot [?]
b-tch, you funny, i might f-ck with you in a minute
off green, [?] the fame, [?] the gang

[chorus]
i think i got mixed personalities
this b-tch switched up my whole mentality
this b-tch, she got mixed personalities
one day she happy, then she mad at me

[post-chorus]
say you want someone that’ll love you
someone who could please you
someone who can kiss on and rub you
f-ck you like this, f-ck you like that

[verse 2]
f-ck her like this, f-ck her like that
she liked it from the front, now she like it from the back
[?] she gon’ [?]
i don’t give no f-ck about my baby, ain’t gon’ lie
[?], ooh, [?]
but this b-tch, i swear that she gon’ catch a homicide
if i don’t give her d, she gon’ commit a suicide
baby, suck my d-ck and f-ck my clique, it’s do or die
gimme the money, yeah, gimme the racks
we got sauce, sauce, sauce, yeah, racks
i’m talkin’ racks (drip), i’m talkin’ racks (drip)
i keep the gat on my hip, i keep the nut on her lip
ooh, b-tch, you better not try to wipe it off
these n-ggas sl!ck, i think they must’ve drank a tylenol
all of my n-ggas [?]
my n-gga, he finna be tried and [?]
free my [?], yeah
…
you know what, yeah
let ’em out, yeah
i f-cked …

- ynw melly

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