Mixed Emotions ft. Chief Mufasa Lyrics

Backstreet Boyz

No this not no Camry dummy

This bitch came with red key

Fat black on the body the inside got red seats

My cup bleeding hard Hi-Tec in my hand look like the red seat

It's bout 3pm geeking way too hard my bitch can't stand me

I be stuffing woods put five in the gram like Jalen Ramsey

I be in the club steady throwing ones the clubs might ban me

We all like Marvel man I made all of you niggas I'm like Stan Lee

Man I left her then came back then left again know she can't stand me

Don't ask me why I want your friend I look at her and I see candy

I might dior her just cause I adore her cumming and I ran deep

Can't be around you or be round your circle boy that's where the fans be

You keep coming back but let them niggas fuck you

But they ain't me

Nah for real lil bitch they ain't me

I left you now you go round catching balls just like you Randy

Construction worker man my dick just like a hammer come get handy

Bitch no abortion but I'm all in with this rap shit ain't no plan b

I'm in my zone like why she blow my phone she thirsty for some dick

Like leave me lone I'm chasing after pape I told you I ain't shit

These hoes get in the way like you just good for a lil slob of spit

I'm chasing dough we might fuck here and there but no you not my bitch

She can't be my bitch hurt before so I ain't been stressing since

Most these niggas be on sucker shit so I can't fuck with them

Soon as we getting packs like dermatitis so that mean I ain't cuffing shit

If the feds come I can't tell em shit

You a bitch ain't checking shit

Packs flying mail em in

Feens knocking let em in

I feel like Jalen Brunson 11 shots you play then you get hit

All hits we don't miss me and Steel like J and Pip

Lil lightskin nigga fucking up the stu I feel like I'm Jay Critch

Lil bitch

Lyrics in my head got mega mind like Will Farrell

I gave your bitch right back she talk too much she quick to kiss and tell

My phone on DND the only thing that go through is that zelle

She like my voice the way she came and took my soul send her to hell

Send her straight to hell

She got good brain like she went to Yale

Caught a body paid for his head sent it through my zelle

Pussy you get nailed

Niggas broke as fuck throwing these quarters at a wishing well

Familia like the smell

Pack price it cost your bail

And I'm a mastermind like my name Ricky Rick or Gregg Popovich

We play D just like the Spurs he tried to door me then I popped the bitch
I'm so high up off this drank I need some more I might go grab some Trish

She tapping out I take it out her pussy then I fuck her tits

Yea bitch I might just fuck your tits

Yea me and Steel made that first hit and we ain't stopped since

She sucking me so good I love this bitch might take her to Saks Fifth

Took her straight to Saks but made her eat at Wendy's hoe you not my bitch