Out the Mix Lyrics

Man fuck them niggas hatin

Straight up like dat

Tribe

Hey

Hey

Hey

Uh

I bend her back over

Yea I switched up on ya huh

Bend her back in

And she got ta arching

And I'm like gripping on them hips

And I got a lil dip in my back

And I get to really

Cruchin that fat ass

Uhhh

And I'm bout to crunch that back

Make it a accordion

And she get to blowin'

And she get to tasting all that

Mmmm

Juice on a

Mmmm

A

B

C

D

Off of me

And she's slurping in it

Uh

And she slurped me like a fuckin' drink

In the fuckin gas station

Niggas talking tough

And they ain't really fazin'

None of us

Nigga we some gangstas that's amazing

Yea

They look up to us like we superheros

Bitch look up to God

Mind yo fuckin business

You suckin' my dick bitch or not

If you ain't fuck you

All you bitches

Yea these bitches that I been had

No they ain't have that good corn on a cob

Slob slob

And my baby love corn on a cob

Ain't that amazing Zuu

Ooo and I love to crunch yo back boo

Yea

Uhhh

We gon have some

Drug sex ina minute

When you drop that damn baby

I've gotta do you crazy

Uhh

I'm too wavy

Come here I'm too gifted

I'm ready ta stuff ya fuckin' mmmm

I'm ready to stuff the fuckin' turkey

For thanksgiving

Young Zuu really out her living

He said its extra flaky

I ain't tryna butter biscuits

You see everybody out here snitchin'

I stay out the mix

Shit I ain't Usher with the business