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Paroles de la chanson In The Mix par Hunxho
(Yo, my nigga Tayo)
Yeah
Young Xho been in the mix, shit, like a bowl of grits
Them young niggas wan' cut the fan on if you told 'em spin
They caught him down bad, OD fried him, way worse than a tan
Real big dog, but I'm hands-on with everything I'm in
Yeah, I got to shootin' out my car, I done fucked up my tint
A hundred hoes with me at shows, young Xho look like a pimp
I done fell in love too many times, I can't go back to simp
Yeah
Young Xho been in the mix, shit, like a bowl of grits
Them young niggas wan' cut the fan on if you told 'em spin
They caught him down bad, OD fried him, way worse than a tan
Real big dog, but I'm hands-on with everything I'm in
Yeah, I got to shootin' out my car, I done fucked up my tint
A hundred hoes with me at shows, young Xho look like a pimp
I done fell in love too many times, I can't go back to simp
I done been broke too many times, I can't go back to shit
GIA, all my stones, shit, I gotta represent
I don't do disrespect, them niggas tried that shit, I got 'em flipped
When I was broke, bitch, I ain't cry, I went and stole a whip
When I'm outside, gun in my armpit, shit ain't on my hip
Young Xho ain't never told, yeah, young Xho got hella hoes
???[1:00], hair white and black, ??? Amber Rose
Any time I spinned, I played the backseat, I ain't never drove
Might buy a heater for my dog heart 'cause his shit hella cold, yeah, he just want your soul
These young niggas washed up, get these niggas washed out
GIA, all my stones, shit, I gotta represent
I don't do disrespect, them niggas tried that shit, I got 'em flipped
When I was broke, bitch, I ain't cry, I went and stole a whip
When I'm outside, gun in my armpit, shit ain't on my hip
Young Xho ain't never told, yeah, young Xho got hella hoes
???[1:00], hair white and black, ??? Amber Rose
Any time I spinned, I played the backseat, I ain't never drove
Might buy a heater for my dog heart 'cause his shit hella cold, yeah, he just want your soul
These young niggas washed up, get these niggas washed out
KRISS Vec' on my Glock, huh, every time I pop out
Creepin' with the box, huh, frrt, nigga, watch out
Frrt, nigga, watch out, frrt, nigga, what?
I put FGs on my truck, I turn all my niggas Blood
I turn all my niggas up, long live BB, this shit mud
All on TV now, I'm good, I keep four-one with me, it's us
Keep that button on him, frrt, keep that button on yeah
I can't fuck with nothin' ain't us, yeah, every day, I put on stuff
Popped out with a Drac' on me, like how I get this in the club?
I told my dog to stay [off film][1:39], he be too geeked on drugs
Diss me, I done wrapped him up, I done gave that boy a hug (Sheets)
Creepin' with the box, huh, frrt, nigga, watch out
Frrt, nigga, watch out, frrt, nigga, what?
I put FGs on my truck, I turn all my niggas Blood
I turn all my niggas up, long live BB, this shit mud
All on TV now, I'm good, I keep four-one with me, it's us
Keep that button on him, frrt, keep that button on yeah
I can't fuck with nothin' ain't us, yeah, every day, I put on stuff
Popped out with a Drac' on me, like how I get this in the club?
I told my dog to stay [off film][1:39], he be too geeked on drugs
Diss me, I done wrapped him up, I done gave that boy a hug (Sheets)
Make him shed blood (Shit), walk on every song (Sheesh)
I spin every opp (On God), I'm like the head opp (Huh?)
You'll be a dead opp (Try it), talkin' 'bout head-tap (Yeah)
Nigga, know I'm good
Young Xho been in the mix, shit, like a bowl of grits
Them young niggas wan' cut the fan on if you told 'em spin
They caught him down bad, OD fried him, way worse than a tan
Real big dog, but I'm hands-on with everything I'm in
Yeah, I got to shootin' out my car, I done fucked up my tint
I spin every opp (On God), I'm like the head opp (Huh?)
You'll be a dead opp (Try it), talkin' 'bout head-tap (Yeah)
Nigga, know I'm good
Young Xho been in the mix, shit, like a bowl of grits
Them young niggas wan' cut the fan on if you told 'em spin
They caught him down bad, OD fried him, way worse than a tan
Real big dog, but I'm hands-on with everything I'm in
Yeah, I got to shootin' out my car, I done fucked up my tint
A hundred hoes with me at shows, young Xho look like a pimp
I done fell in love too many times, I can't go back to simp
I done been broke too many times, I can't go back to shit
I done fell in love too many times, I can't go back to simp
I done been broke too many times, I can't go back to shit
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