MYSTIQ

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yea I gotta pick it up
I know rappers that's out here ain't speaking up
I got lyrics that make the hoes leak or sum
Bet they mans is gone love me, Quit sleeping bruh
Imma fuck that lil bitch that you keep around
I hit deep Like emotions, We shaking sound
Is you hearing the shit that I speak about?
I could show you physique or my bank account
All these rappers hate me, Cause they lyrics is weak
But bro you gone need some technique
Hiding your face like you needed mystique
But bitches gone leave when they see
You talking bout loving while taking the E
Ethernet gang on that bitch
I got the game on a leash, Running it up, Smoke hashish
Louie V bag on my body like sheesh
We never run the heat
Bro i'm white as could be, Uncle my lawyer, Let's talk to police
You know they get my release, I ain't got body's, I'm all about peace
Came from the lower degrees, Minnesota had me packing a fleece
My doe Increase right as my flow Increased, Yeah
Your flow deceased, I fucked your hoeish niece
I guess I notice these It's like I know elites, You pressed?
I got a bag of weed like normally it's fresh
Rolling up shit its a zone
Clouds coming out as it blown
Weed is my newest cologne
So much money, Al Capone
I can feel it in my soul
I can feel it when you moan
Singing along like Malone
I put her name in a song
Yeah, Yeah
I gotta pick it up
I know rappers that's out here ain't speaking up
I got lyrics that make the hoes leak or sum
Bet they mans is gone love me, Quit sleeping bruh
Imma fuck that lil bitch that you keep around
I hit deep Like emotions, We shaking sound
Is you hearing the shit that I speak about?
I could show you physique or my bank account



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