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ihymak - Mislead Lyrics



ihymak - Mislead Lyrics




Everyone say that I'm mad, yeah
I told a girl she bad, yeah
And I be poppin' these tags, yeah
You got hella no racks
You got hella no racks, no
I was just smokin' that pack, yeah
Runnin' round chasin' that bag, yeah

You cannot tell me I'm nothin'
Bitches be tellin' me somethin'
Wish that I never did dumb shit
Bitches like hoes, they be lustin'
Girl, can I ask where the love's at?
Girl, you don't know where the trust is?
Just saw my twin what's up with it
We be gassed up no discussion, yeah

You say it don't matter, I'm makin' it work
You tell me I'm wrong, so I'm takin' your word
You tell me, f*ck you, I'm like, what did I do
Girl, it's so mad, but she left me confused
I knew this would happen, I'm thuggin' it out
I'm not a thug, but got straps in my house
They smokin' that shit, and that shit be so loud

I get in my head where I can't say a thing
Money on money, like racks make me lean
They ask about drugs, and I tell them I'm clean
White on white fit, cause I feel Mr. Clean
Don't get my shit wet or I'm makin' a scene
Just wanna rock, do you know what that means
Got that Rick owen boots, not the Rick owen jeans
I'm not really that rich, I got bills, to please

Yeah, I'm keepin' it real like a buck
I'm not that dog, like my name was that chuck
Honest to God, I think I'm out of luck
'Cause I don't even wanna get stuck
My twin keeps a knock on 'em, havin it tucked
Yeah, he don't be givin' no f*cks

What, what, yeah
This green got me away
I don't wanna catch me a fade
I cannot feel my face
Swear all of these bitches, these bitches be fake
I got a weird headache
I'm like, bro, what did you say
Motherf*cka' said that he
Motherf*cka' said that he ace

Ayy, everyone out of my way
Lil' bro don't do nothing insane
Lil' dude wanna come in my space
Lil' dude wanna come in my space
What? I swear all these bitches be

Everyone said I'm mad, yeah
I told that girl that she bad, yeah
And I be poppin' these tags, yeah
You got hella no, yeah
You got hella no racks, no
I was just smokin' that pack, yeah
I was just smokin' that pack, yeah
Runnin' around, chasin' that bag
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Everyone say that I'm mad, yeah
I told a girl she bad, yeah
And I be poppin' these tags, yeah
You got hella no racks
You got hella no racks, no
I was just smokin' that pack, yeah
Runnin' round chasin' that bag, yeah

You cannot tell me I'm nothin'
Bitches be tellin' me somethin'
Wish that I never did dumb shit
Bitches like hoes, they be lustin'
Girl, can I ask where the love's at?
Girl, you don't know where the trust is?
Just saw my twin what's up with it
We be gassed up no discussion, yeah

You say it don't matter, I'm makin' it work
You tell me I'm wrong, so I'm takin' your word
You tell me, f*ck you, I'm like, what did I do
Girl, it's so mad, but she left me confused
I knew this would happen, I'm thuggin' it out
I'm not a thug, but got straps in my house
They smokin' that shit, and that shit be so loud

I get in my head where I can't say a thing
Money on money, like racks make me lean
They ask about drugs, and I tell them I'm clean
White on white fit, cause I feel Mr. Clean
Don't get my shit wet or I'm makin' a scene
Just wanna rock, do you know what that means
Got that Rick owen boots, not the Rick owen jeans
I'm not really that rich, I got bills, to please

Yeah, I'm keepin' it real like a buck
I'm not that dog, like my name was that chuck
Honest to God, I think I'm out of luck
'Cause I don't even wanna get stuck
My twin keeps a knock on 'em, havin it tucked
Yeah, he don't be givin' no f*cks

What, what, yeah
This green got me away
I don't wanna catch me a fade
I cannot feel my face
Swear all of these bitches, these bitches be fake
I got a weird headache
I'm like, bro, what did you say
Motherf*cka' said that he
Motherf*cka' said that he ace

Ayy, everyone out of my way
Lil' bro don't do nothing insane
Lil' dude wanna come in my space
Lil' dude wanna come in my space
What? I swear all these bitches be

Everyone said I'm mad, yeah
I told that girl that she bad, yeah
And I be poppin' these tags, yeah
You got hella no, yeah
You got hella no racks, no
I was just smokin' that pack, yeah
I was just smokin' that pack, yeah
Runnin' around, chasin' that bag
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Writer: Maksim Chan
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Language: English
Length: 2:00
Written by: Maksim Chan

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