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Bass Santana – Mix It (Bloody Sprite) lyrics
[Intro]
To bass be the glory
[Verse 1]
I heard that nigga, he a loose cannon
You be tripping off that shit, you a gook, ain't it?
I be looking for the licks, where the new stain is?
Come alive in the night like I'm Bruce Wayne, bitch
You applied for the pipe when you slid back (bitch)
Got me trying to work hard for a lil' neck (what?)
I ain't never fall off, I'ma ball off, get 'em all off
Flipping work, I done did that
All ya'll niggas got your bitch waxed
All ya'll niggas got your bitch back (get back)
These hoes already got money
They be fucking for the clout
The revenge, or the wristband (wristband)
Kill one, kill all, I'm a hit-man
I ain't never had no fucks to begin with
And I ain't got none left to be given
Never listen to a nigga who ain't did shit
Bend over lil' bitch, you a lil' lit
Bet a nigga won't sign like a field trip
Less the money looking something like you, hoe
Too good to refuse then it's cool, go
See treesh ain't shit but a good time, I'ma hit mine
Call back, is a decline, I don't rewind
All facts in the meantime, I'ma get right
Bitch, my wrist don't get tired, I mix it with some wok
[Hook]
Mix it with some wok
Mix it with some wok
Mix it with some wok
Mix it, wok
Mix it with some wok
Mix it with some wok
Mix it with some wok
Mix it, wok
[Verse 2]
Don't fuck with niggas that be talking to coppers
Don't pull up on me less you talking with dollars
She popping pussy, I'm just popping my collar, my nigga, woah
(To bass be the)
I pop a nigga if he start up the problems
And move on with my life, hakuna matata
That mean no worry, I ain't one for the drama, my nigga, no
(Glory)
(Ye, ye) I need more money, I got hella friends and I still feel alone
(Ye, ye) Blue flame, that's my aura, I could never feel at home
(Ye, ye) Bloody sprite up in my life, I sip until the feeling's gone
(Ye, ye) I can teach you how to mix it, bitch, but you should bring the wok
Wok, mix it, wok
[Outro]
Mix it with some wok
Mix it, wok
Mix it with some wok
Mix it with some wok
Mix it, wok
Mix it with some wok
Mix it, wok
Mix it with some wok
Mix it with some wok
Mix it with some wok
Mix it, wok
Mix it with some wok
Mix it, wok
To bass be the glory
[Verse 1]
I heard that nigga, he a loose cannon
You be tripping off that shit, you a gook, ain't it?
I be looking for the licks, where the new stain is?
Come alive in the night like I'm Bruce Wayne, bitch
You applied for the pipe when you slid back (bitch)
Got me trying to work hard for a lil' neck (what?)
I ain't never fall off, I'ma ball off, get 'em all off
Flipping work, I done did that
All ya'll niggas got your bitch waxed
All ya'll niggas got your bitch back (get back)
These hoes already got money
They be fucking for the clout
The revenge, or the wristband (wristband)
Kill one, kill all, I'm a hit-man
I ain't never had no fucks to begin with
And I ain't got none left to be given
Never listen to a nigga who ain't did shit
Bend over lil' bitch, you a lil' lit
Bet a nigga won't sign like a field trip
Less the money looking something like you, hoe
Too good to refuse then it's cool, go
See treesh ain't shit but a good time, I'ma hit mine
Call back, is a decline, I don't rewind
All facts in the meantime, I'ma get right
Bitch, my wrist don't get tired, I mix it with some wok
[Hook]
Mix it with some wok
Mix it with some wok
Mix it with some wok
Mix it, wok
Mix it with some wok
Mix it with some wok
Mix it with some wok
Mix it, wok
[Verse 2]
Don't fuck with niggas that be talking to coppers
Don't pull up on me less you talking with dollars
She popping pussy, I'm just popping my collar, my nigga, woah
(To bass be the)
I pop a nigga if he start up the problems
And move on with my life, hakuna matata
That mean no worry, I ain't one for the drama, my nigga, no
(Glory)
(Ye, ye) I need more money, I got hella friends and I still feel alone
(Ye, ye) Blue flame, that's my aura, I could never feel at home
(Ye, ye) Bloody sprite up in my life, I sip until the feeling's gone
(Ye, ye) I can teach you how to mix it, bitch, but you should bring the wok
Wok, mix it, wok
[Outro]
Mix it with some wok
Mix it, wok
Mix it with some wok
Mix it with some wok
Mix it, wok
Mix it with some wok
Mix it, wok
Mix it with some wok
Mix it with some wok
Mix it with some wok
Mix it, wok
Mix it with some wok
Mix it, wok
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