Juice WRLD – In A Mix Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah, hey
Yeah, hey
Oh, I’m coming ’round that bitch
Cosmic, Cosmic
Hey, oh, haters ’round this
That boy ‘smic
My heart in a- wait, yeah (Who?)

[Chorus]
My heart in a mix, pull up with a stick (Yeah)
I’m gon’ let it hit (Yeah), everyday I’m lit (Huh)
Life is so fast, had to stop and take a pic (Yeah)
Diamonds on my toilet, I get rich and take a shit (Who?)
My heart in a mix, pull up with a stick (Yeah)
I’m gon’ let it hit (Yeah), everyday I’m lit (Huh)
Life is so fast, had to stop and take a pic (Yeah)
Diamonds on my toilet, I get rich and take a shit (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
I’m in L.A. with my lay day, smoking the kk
I’m living so high that I can’t see straight
Look in the mirror, I see two faces
All white on me, but no I’m not racist
Pull up on a nigga, AK be spraying
Presidential Rollie, no Sarah Palin, yy
Keep it on me, I know that I’m not safe
Where I’m from, these niggas dying out in broad day
If you need it, then we serve it like an entree
You get cash, we pouring codeine in my Minute Maid
Sipped too much, I’m pourin’
Look at my bitch, she imported
I need a house in the forest
Make her run for me like Forrest
My lil’ bitch too gorgeous (Ooh)
She wear the fishnets (Uh), I make it in debt
Like an ocean, she be too wet

[Chorus]
My heart in a mix, pull up with a stick (Yeah)
I’m gon’ let it hit (Yeah), everyday I’m lit (Huh)
Life is so fast, had to stop and take a pic (Yeah)
Diamonds on my toilet, I get rich and take a shit (Who?)
My heart in a mix, pull up with a stick (Yeah)
I’m gon’ let it hit (Yeah), everyday I’m lit (Huh)
Life is so fast, had to stop and take a pic (Yeah)
Diamonds on my toilet, I get rich and take a shit (Yeah)

[Open Verse]

[Chorus]
My heart in a mix, pull up with a stick (Yeah)
I’m gon’ let it hit (Yeah), everyday I’m lit (Huh)
Life is so fast, had to stop and take a pic (Yeah)
Diamonds on my toilet, I get rich and take a shit (Who?)
My heart in a mix, pull up with a stick (Yeah)
I’m gon’ let it hit (Yeah), everyday I’m lit (Huh)
Life is so fast, had to stop and take a pic (Yeah)
Diamonds on my toilet, I get rich and take a shit (Yeah)

Chris Brown – Yoppa (feat. Trippie Redd)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Chris Brown]
Flexin’ on you, I’m your father (ayy)
Choppa spittin’ lugees like a motherfuckin’ Llama (ayy)
Got the big racks on me, bitch, I’m thumbin’ through them commas
Presidential Rollie got me feelin’ like Obama (woo)
Blew up big, got me feelin’ like Osama
Pussy rappin’ ’bout that choppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa (yeah)
Know I keep a Yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa
Know I told her, yeah but bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa, keep a Yoppa

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Keep it on me, it stay on me at all times
Don’t sleep on me, don’t speak on me, it’s suicide
Aim it at your brain, it’s insane how them slugs fly
Codeine purple rain, is this what it means when doves cry?
Never leave my piece, .40 under the seat
Protect my family ’cause I don’t trust the police now
Love my choppa and I know she loves me
Ain’t no safety ’cause it got the lemon squeeze

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Don’t even try
You ain’t ’bout that life
You ain’t ready to die
Choppa tell the truth, it expose your life

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Chris Brown]
Flexin’ on you, I’m your father (ayy, father)
Choppa spittin’ lugees like a motherfuckin’ Llama (ayy)
Got the big racks on me, bitch, I’m thumbin’ through them commas
Presidential Rollie got me feelin’ like Obama (yeah)
Blew up big, got me feelin’ like Osama
Pussy rappin’ ’bout that choppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa (yeah)
Know I keep a Yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa
Know I told her, yeah but bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa, keep a Yoppa

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Keep a Yoppa, my nigga, I keep a choppa
If you put it in, your gun jam, sayonara, c’est la vie
Say you got a problem, my nigg, so what’s the problem?
It can go down right now, just slide up
Should think smarter, should think better
And I ain’t ’bout to argue with a grown ass nigga
I ain’t here to play no games, give a fuck who you claim
Choppa on me, this the gang, I let it bang

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Don’t even try
You ain’t ’bout that life
You ain’t ready to die
Choppa tell the truth, it expose your life

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Chris Brown]
Flexin’ on you, I’m your father (ayy)
Choppa spittin’ lugees like a motherfuckin’ Llama (ayy)
Got the big racks on me, bitch, I’m thumbin’ through them commas
Presidential Rollie got me feelin’ like Obama (woo)
Blew up big, got me feelin’ like Osama
Pussy rappin’ ’bout that choppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa (yeah)
Know I keep a Yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa
Know I told her, yeah but bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa, keep a Yoppa

Mike WiLL Made It – On The Come Up (Ransom 2 Album)

[Intro: Big Sean]
Pérignon, mmm
Eardrummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Hook: Big Sean]
On the come up
On the come up
Sun up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Come up
Run up
All my young ones on the come up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Look, all my niggas ’bout that action
Livin’ the life we imagined
I cut off all my distractions
And started attackin’
Whole team gotta have it
Loyalty is all I’m askin’
Wearin’ diamond medallions (Straight up)
My whole squad run the Atlas (Look)

[Verse 1 : Big Sean]
I feel like I was chose to
Take care of the ones I’m close to
Kitchen lookin’ like Whole Foods
Got the fam’ around like it’s Soul Food, damn
I do this here for the set
Working all year ’til we set
Quick to check a bitch, yeah I check her
Even though life’s a game of chess
‘Cause I’m living play-by-play, day-by-day
No time for her honestly
Unless her face lookin’ like a young Sade
‘Cause I gotta get it a hundred ways
What you know ’bout bein’ down and out?
‘Til niggas sayin’ you the best man
Like your best friend walkin’ down the aisle
When you make it, they gon’ say
I owe you in all kind of vowels
When you makin’ all kinda of thous
I just want the Presidential Rollie black face, Obama style
Then count the check up, E. Honda style
Boy, this the D where they be rockin’ fur and crocodile
Take your risk every time you out the house
But it’s all worth momma’s smile
Yeah, it’s all worth momma’s smile

[Hook: Big Sean]
On the come up
On the come up
Sun up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Come up
Run up
All my young ones on the come up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up (Aye)
All my niggas ’bout that action
Livin’ the life we imagined
I cut off all my distractions
And started attackin’
Whole team gotta have it
Loyalty is all I’m askin’
Wearin’ diamond medallions (Straight up)
My whole squad run the Atlas (Look)

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
I was just on Jimmy Fallon
I just got back from the Islands
I took my daddy to Cancun
Then we went to the Bahamas
He had all they baby momma’s
I had all they momma babies
Boy, I swear this life is crazy
Told that nigga sit back and be lazy, yeah
Don’t worry, man, I got it, I got it, I got it
We buildin’ from the ground up, it’s in the block and
So the hood support us like I Mom and Pop’ed it
‘Cause I bring it home like I just adopt it
Volunteer for a lethal weapon
He ain’t need that sentence, he just needs direction
No one ever told them boys to make it out of debt
You gon’ need way more than street credit
I got redirected
Tryna take this lil piece of success I got and make it bigger
You can tell I’m focused in my baby pictures
Not replyin’ to texts, not even naked pictures
That’s how real it gets
Whole team so hungry for the meals and shit that I can feel this shit
They askin’ how we made it like the pyramids
It’s like I’m livin’ just to kill this shit

[Hook: Big Sean]
On the come up
On the come up
Sun up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Come up
Run up
All my young ones on the come up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up (aye)
All my niggas ’bout that action
Livin’ the life we imagined
I cut off all my distractions
And started attackin’
Whole team gotta have it
Loyalty is all I’m askin’
Wearin’ diamond medallions
My whole squad run the Atlas

Mike WiLL Made It – On The Come Up (feat. Big Sean)

[Intro: Big Sean]
Pérignon
Eardrummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Hook: Big Sean]
On the come up
On the come up
Son ’em
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Come up
Run up
All my young ones on the come up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Look, all my niggas ’bout that action
Living the life we imagined
I cut off all my distractions
And started attacking
Whole team gotta have it
Loyalty is all I’m asking
Wearing diamond medallions (Straight up)
My whole squad run the Atlas (Look)

[Verse 1 : Big Sean]
I feel like I was chose to take care of the ones I’m close to
Kitchen looking like Whole Foods
Got the fam’ around like it’s Soul Food, damn
I do this here for the set
Working all year ’til we set
Quick to check a bitch, yeah I check her even though life’s a game of chess
‘Cuz I’m living play-by-play, day-by-day
No time for her honestly unless her face looking like a young Sade
Cause I gotta get it a hundred ways
What you know ’bout being down and out
‘Till niggas saying you the best man
Like your best friend walking down the aisle
When you make it they gon’ say I owe you in all kind of vowels
When you making all kinda of thous
I just want the Presidential Rollie black face Obama style
Then count the check up behind the star
Boy, this the D where they be rocking fur and crocodile
Take your risk every time you out the house
But it’s all worth momma’s smile
Yeah, It’s all worth momma’s smile

[Hook: Big Sean]
On the come up
On the come up
Son ’em
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Come up
Run up
All my young ones on the come up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up (Aye)
All my niggas ’bout that action
Living the life we imagined
I cut off all my distractions
And started attacking
Whole team gotta have it
Loyalty is all I’m asking
Wearing diamond medallions (Straight up)
My whole squad run the Atlas (Look)

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
I was just on Jimmy Fallon
I just got back from the Islands
I took my daddy to Cancun
Then we went to the Bahamas
He had all they baby momma’s
I had all they momma babies
Boy, I swear this life is crazy
Told that nigga sit back and be lazy, yeah
Don’t worry man, I got it, I got it, I got it
We building from the ground up, it’s in the block and
So the hood support us like I Mom and Pop’ed it
Cause I bring it home like I just adopt it
Volunteer for a lethal weapon
He ain’t need that sentence, he just needs direction
No one ever told them boys to make it out of debt
You gon’ need way more than street credit
I got redirected
Tryna take this lil piece of success I got and make it bigger
You can tell I’m focused in my baby pictures
Not replying to texts, not even naked pictures
That’s how real it gets
Whole team so hungry for the meals and shit that I can feel this shit
They asking how we made it like the pyramids
It’s like I’m living just to kill this shit

[Hook: Big Sean]
On the come up
On the come up
Son ’em
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Come up
Run up
All my young ones on the come up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up (aye)
All my niggas ’bout that action
Living the life we imagined
I cut off all my distractions
And started attacking
Whole team gotta have it
Loyalty is all I’m asking
Wearing diamond medallions
My whole squad run the Atlas

Manolo Rose – Ball Drop

[Intro]
Hello?
Hello?
Who?

[Pre-Hook]
Ring, ring, ring, homie whose this?
New number, homie whose this?
You ain’t heard? I’m on some new shit
You ain’t heard? I’m on some new shit
S.T.K over Ruth Chris
S.T.K over Ruth Chris
Last year I had the four door
This year I’m on some coupe shit

[Hook]
But homie when the ball drop
Yo homie when the ball drop
Word to God I’m on some new shit
Word to God I’m on some new shit

[Verse 1]
New Years Resolution
Stop praising sucka niggas that ain’t do shit
Fresher guns I ain’t shoot shit
Stop telling lies I’m the truth bitch
Way before the deal I was loopy
Bakin for the cash money like you’re Tunechi
Might do the 84 drug dealer Gucci
Went stupid in this spot but we made a movie

[Pre-Hook]
Ring, ring, ring, homie whose this?
New number, homie whose this?
You ain’t heard? I’m on some new shit
You ain’t heard? I’m on some new shit
S.T.K over Ruth Chris
S.T.K over Ruth Chris
Last year I had the four door
This year I’m on some coupe shit

[Hook]
But homie when the ball drop
Yo homie when the ball drop
Word to God I’m on some new shit
Word to God I’m on some new shit

[Verse 2]
New Years Resolution
Bands to the letters is the only resolution
How much in the bank? Who stop, we just shoot it
Everything good in my pocket. Boy I do this!
We just spendin’ all that extra
Presidential Rollie but I kept the bezel regular
She ain’t fuck you or your homies cause you’re regular
You the type to bug on ya bitch cause she next to us

[Pre-Hook]
Ring, ring, ring, homie whose this?
New number, homie whose this?
You ain’t heard? I’m on some new shit
You ain’t heard? I’m on some new shit. (resolution)
S.T.K over Ruth Chris
S.T.K over Ruth Chris
Last year I had the four door
This year I’m on some coupe shit

[Hook]
But homie when the ball drop
Yo homie when the ball drop
Word to God I’m on some new shit
Word to God I’m on some new shit