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MIXXY Video (MV)




Performed By: jaymargielaa
Length: 2:18
Written by: julian henriquez, kendel parker




jaymargielaa - MIXXY Lyrics




Like move tact, I'm on fifty
I can't f*ck with that bitch she too mixxy
Shit get sticky, keep a sitchy
Like an hour, the glock holding sixty
And she love when I beat up the ussy
She a freak put the dick in her mouth
Ass fat tryna see how it bounce, like I can't f*ck if she getting around

Like off the dusse she gon do what she do
Phone DND when I step in the booth
Drop the top ain't no roof on the coupe
Oh that's eddie? beat him out his shoes
Off filay I be touching the moon, like can't trust no bitch that's what?
Come here, I wanna rump
She a lil thotty keep shaking her butt

I'm the face of this shit, f*ck all the dissing I'm tryna get rich like
For that bag ima blitz I got a baddie she toting the grip like
Told bro can't wait till we on, she a baddie she singing my songs
Beat it good she wet like a lake, you know my body baby watch your tone

And I see thru the envy and hate, I told my brothers we all gon be great
I get money I just caught a play, laugh to the bank everytime that I'm paid
Like these niggas lame, okay
Keep it on me no I'm never worried
Ooter with me he shoot like he 30
She off a yerky shorty moving sturdy

Spin thru, put the beam on his back now he thru
I'm off the liquor I'm loose, kay throw 5 I throw 10 back at you, like
Spin thru, put the beam on his back now he thru
I'm off the liquor I'm loose, kay throw 5 I throw 10 back at you, like

Call up jay told him pass me the sitch and we moving too tact tryna creep on the opps
Tryna run up you can catch a shot, adrenaline pumping itching for the knocks
And if I call up bando brodie set the drop
We gon hop out the v and start flaring the block
And starboy my brother you know he don't play that
He just be waiting to smoke a new opp

I ain't flock but I flock at the opps
Since young better live with the guap
And shorty a treesh I can't f*ck with a thot
I'm in love with the bread I can't beat up your box
I'm a murderer kill instrumentals
And these niggas don't know what I been thru
F*ck all the opps niggas heard what I said too
Shoot out the foreigns we don't do the rentals

Like move tact, I'm on fifty
I can't f*ck with that bitch she too mixxy
Shit get sticky, keep a sitchy
Like an hour, the glock holding sixty
And she love when I beat up the ussy
She a freak put the dick in her mouth
Ass fat tryna see how it bounce, like I can't f*ck if she getting around

Like off the dusse she gon do what she do
Phone DND when I step in the booth
Drop the top ain't no roof on the coupe
Oh that's eddie? beat him out his shoes
Off filay I be touching the moon, like can't trust no bitch that's what?
Come here, I wanna rump
She a lil thotty keep shaking her butt
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Like move tact, I'm on fifty
I can't f*ck with that bitch she too mixxy
Shit get sticky, keep a sitchy
Like an hour, the glock holding sixty
And she love when I beat up the ussy
She a freak put the dick in her mouth
Ass fat tryna see how it bounce, like I can't f*ck if she getting around

Like off the dusse she gon do what she do
Phone DND when I step in the booth
Drop the top ain't no roof on the coupe
Oh that's eddie? beat him out his shoes
Off filay I be touching the moon, like can't trust no bitch that's what?
Come here, I wanna rump
She a lil thotty keep shaking her butt

I'm the face of this shit, f*ck all the dissing I'm tryna get rich like
For that bag ima blitz I got a baddie she toting the grip like
Told bro can't wait till we on, she a baddie she singing my songs
Beat it good she wet like a lake, you know my body baby watch your tone

And I see thru the envy and hate, I told my brothers we all gon be great
I get money I just caught a play, laugh to the bank everytime that I'm paid
Like these niggas lame, okay
Keep it on me no I'm never worried
Ooter with me he shoot like he 30
She off a yerky shorty moving sturdy

Spin thru, put the beam on his back now he thru
I'm off the liquor I'm loose, kay throw 5 I throw 10 back at you, like
Spin thru, put the beam on his back now he thru
I'm off the liquor I'm loose, kay throw 5 I throw 10 back at you, like

Call up jay told him pass me the sitch and we moving too tact tryna creep on the opps
Tryna run up you can catch a shot, adrenaline pumping itching for the knocks
And if I call up bando brodie set the drop
We gon hop out the v and start flaring the block
And starboy my brother you know he don't play that
He just be waiting to smoke a new opp

I ain't flock but I flock at the opps
Since young better live with the guap
And shorty a treesh I can't f*ck with a thot
I'm in love with the bread I can't beat up your box
I'm a murderer kill instrumentals
And these niggas don't know what I been thru
F*ck all the opps niggas heard what I said too
Shoot out the foreigns we don't do the rentals

Like move tact, I'm on fifty
I can't f*ck with that bitch she too mixxy
Shit get sticky, keep a sitchy
Like an hour, the glock holding sixty
And she love when I beat up the ussy
She a freak put the dick in her mouth
Ass fat tryna see how it bounce, like I can't f*ck if she getting around

Like off the dusse she gon do what she do
Phone DND when I step in the booth
Drop the top ain't no roof on the coupe
Oh that's eddie? beat him out his shoes
Off filay I be touching the moon, like can't trust no bitch that's what?
Come here, I wanna rump
She a lil thotty keep shaking her butt
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Writer: julian henriquez, kendel parker
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