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Mizzy
Gone fuck it up, gone do that shit
Spend that cash, ride up on that dick
He like that ratchet shit, bounce that ass
Told me he a hoe but even Santa he had three of
Claiming he don't want the pussy but all in my dms
Love the fact that I get money
That shit ain't gonna stop
I can never trust a nigga, got to suck dick with a glock
Mizzy beating down your block, I'm dripping up down his cock
You should be worried about your nigga cause I got him on lock
Jumping on the beat, back to the street
They welcome me back, what's up, hello
Hit it real good, got it shaking it like jello
Mizzy getting money ain't worried about no hoe
I don't know why they mad at me, I stay in my own lane
PGR and Key9 killing it and driving them insane
Gone fuck it up, go, go, go
Gone fuck it up, go, go, go
Gone fuck it up, go, go, go
Gone fuck it up, go, go, go
I just wanna rock, then I hit the milly rock
Turn me up a notch, we about to make the block hot
Tunchi he say that I'm his favorite hoochie
Don't hold no conversations till he eating up the coochie
Feeling like money man ATM
Count up the bands while you chewing on this booty
Fuck him again, again and again and again and we making a movie
Call him my little scarface, he do damage to the club
The way big mama feel him, make him wanna shoot it up
I guess that's why they mad, I say just fuck him and go get a bag
What migos say tell them hoes bitch dab
He say he love a thot, my mizzy say you cannot trust these niggas
So you know you gotta suck dick with a glock
Drop it low, make it roll
We about to turn them up
My baddies to the floor
Drop it low, make it roll
We about to turn them up
My baddies to the floor
Drop that pussy now bring it to the top
Shake that shit don't you ever ever stop
Damn I look good I'm making a pop
If he gone touch he paying that guap
Feel so good he begging me stop
Sit on his face and I rock it in place
Taste so good I remind him of cake