MISMATCH (Remix) Bino Rideaux (Ft. Young Thug)
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[Chorus: Bino Rideaux]
Jumped up off the porch, I brought them big racks back, yeah
Took my nigga, we gotta go get back that, yeah
Cold-hearted nigga, get your bitch back
All my niggas on now, can't be out here mix matched, yeah-yeah
Shorty, know I fuck with you but low-key
I could really change your life, I got it on me, yeah-yeah
Pressure about no bitch, that's what I don't need, yeah-yeah
I been out getting rich all by my lonely, yeah-yeah
[Verse 1: Bino Rideaux]
Pull up on that bitch, hear my shit knockin'
I'm gon' put them Christians on, rest in peace to Pop
I can't find no red around, niggas sippin' Wock'
Played this at my momma house, she like, "Nigga, drop it"
Stop it, if he ain't with us, my dog gon' lock in
Pull up in that dawn, shе like, "Baby, where your top at?"
Shorty trying to fuck mе, I'm like, "Baby ,where your top at?"
I know they hate that I'm on now, you niggas need to stop that
Rest on peace, I be on granny porch thumbing hundreds now
I can't see nobody making no noise, we gon' dumb it down
Thought my dog was gon' live forever, called me like, "They gunned him down"
Nigga got exposed, now that nigga never come around
I love the streets, I'm proud of what it made me
Heavy hustler, I got to provide it for my baby
Got to stay on my toes, they wanna flame me
Been around them racks, it ain't gone change me, nah for real
Jumped up off the porch, I brought them big racks back, yeah
Took my nigga, we gotta go get back that, yeah
Cold-hearted nigga, get your bitch back
All my niggas on now, can't be out here mix matched, yeah-yeah
Shorty, know I fuck with you but low-key
I could really change your life, I got it on me, yeah-yeah
Pressure about no bitch, that's what I don't need, yeah-yeah
I been out getting rich all by my lonely, yeah-yeah
[Verse 1: Bino Rideaux]
Pull up on that bitch, hear my shit knockin'
I'm gon' put them Christians on, rest in peace to Pop
I can't find no red around, niggas sippin' Wock'
Played this at my momma house, she like, "Nigga, drop it"
Stop it, if he ain't with us, my dog gon' lock in
Pull up in that dawn, shе like, "Baby, where your top at?"
Shorty trying to fuck mе, I'm like, "Baby ,where your top at?"
I know they hate that I'm on now, you niggas need to stop that
Rest on peace, I be on granny porch thumbing hundreds now
I can't see nobody making no noise, we gon' dumb it down
Thought my dog was gon' live forever, called me like, "They gunned him down"
Nigga got exposed, now that nigga never come around
I love the streets, I'm proud of what it made me
Heavy hustler, I got to provide it for my baby
Got to stay on my toes, they wanna flame me
Been around them racks, it ain't gone change me, nah for real
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