Mix The Yeahhhhh Lyrics – YN Jay
Singer: YN Jay
Title: Mix The Yeahhhhh
I done mixed the cranberry with the apple juice
n#gg# told the truth in his rap, but he was cappin too
Should’ve played a role in the movie he was actin’ to
Well he was shooting clips like a movie, it was action too
n#gg# [ahhhh
f#ck
Ahhhh
I was locked up in a cage eating dragon food
Why you stuntin’ with them Pradas on in your daddy’s shoes
I’m a grim reaper, I know Billy, I know Mandy too
Pop a percocet it tastes good, taste like candy hmmmm
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 it’s from granny shoes
I just hit a n#gg# 18 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”
Damn 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#gg# caught a body, he a crystal too
Knew a bithc sucks [aaaahhhhh
Knew a b#tch sucks dick so good she got a missing tooth
I just pulled up, drop the top, it’s a missing roof
n#gg#, 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
Damn 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’ #ss
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
Damn 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#gg# told on me, that’s a darn shame
n#gg#, you don’t fit in the streets, this a hard lane
n#gg#, 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
Damn, 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
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