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Tyrik Waite
Tyrik Waite
Songwriter
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Anton Pastoria
Anton Pastoria
Engineer
Prod.Pasqui
Prod.Pasqui
Producer

Lyrics

Mix it Up Whoa What the fuck They can't fuck with me Cause they ain't tough enough All them niggas bitches Yeah they soft as fuck Talking all that shit I hear that Rah Rah Talking all that shit I be like Ha Ha Getting so high smoking on that La La Basic bitches going for that Gucci and that Prada You're not the family I won't spare you a dollar Bitch don't abandon me I'll pull you by your collar But if she really leaves I swear I'll never call her Drop her off the team and ima Ball right without her I'm Quick to tell a hoe yeah I'm all about my business If you can't get with it bitch then get on bout your business Looking at my bank account it use to make me frown How it's all about the Benjamins they never made me smile Okay the cheese it made me cheese but not for long This truth is off the dome I'm never capping in my songs They wanna be in Jewelery Like AD Because they Prone (get it) They Slaves to the vanity Really it's insanity Heard they wanna battle me We can get shit brackin boy always known to put in work don't need no one I'm self employed It sound good how I talk it But watch just how I walk it They don't know the half and that's the reason why I'm all In You want my heart then earn it or I sabotage and burn it I give a different Love Are you really down to learn it Your past niggas don't concern me Cause once I fuck you mine And All them Niggas in her DMs Love to see Em try Cause my Baby she so cold bout me she'll make a nigga cry And if a nigga make my baby cry I swear I'll make him die On that jail phone I got Niggas hitting me who fighting cases If them boys offer a plea I know my dawg will never take it Big Booty Deanna I told her come here girl and take it I'm all in Deanna like I'm fucking with them Pacers You don't know how long it took me Don't take me for no rookie Life is just a gamble I been smacking at the bookies A little rain for a Milli An evened out exchange Don't run away from pain Through it all so much to gain The best thing to do when you hurt is go Embrace Came up from the bottom still won't put it in they face Less a fuck a Nigga play It ain't sweet I got the heat I'm like the light to a bitch who insecure you niggas ain't fucking with me What the fuck They can't fuck with me Cause they ain't tough enough All them niggas bitches Yeah they soft as fuck Talking all that shit I hear that Rah Rah Talking all that shit I be like Ha Ha Getting so high smoking on that La La Basic bitches going for that Gucci and that Prada You're not the family I won't spare you a dollar Bitch don't abandon me I'll pull you by your collar But if she really leaves I swear I'll never call her Drop her off the team and ima Ball right without her I'm Quick to tell a hoe yeah I'm all about my business If you can't get with it bitch then get on bout your business
Writer(s): Tyrik Waite Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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