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Mista Mista Video (MV)




Performed By: Meechie1k
Language: English
Length: 2:57
Written by: Demetrius Rebb Jr.




Meechie1k - Mista Mista Lyrics
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We mobbin', Robbin', Pistols started poppin
Pull up actin' like ah fool, nigga tell me what's the problem
I got blood all on my shoes I might take em home and wash em
Sweepin' bodies under rugs wit the thugs we had to mop em
They say I'm stylin, Profilin, Limousine ridin
We gone bop out to the party bad bitches, they be wildin'
Too much heat ona reserve so they moved us to ah island
Ian trippin' ima make them niggas listen
Even if I gotta blick em, ima stick em, Pow pow never miss em
She gone suck me up forever so I let ha go and tipped ha
Told that bitch i'm ah movie star, call me Mista Mista
Brung a AK in my show so I dropped em like ah missile
Girl I miss you, I kiss you, Tell me what's the issue
When you crying bout yo life I'm the one that bring the tissue
Don't try to play me, I'm the only one who need the saving
If you ever think I'm lettin up den bitch you mus be crazy
From the pavement I can't let dese niggas have it
You ain't never hit my phone til u found out I was rappin'
Now you cannot be alone baby tell me what's the havoc
Found me caught up in my zone but I keep dis pistol packed in
All my niggas we be trappin'
If he talk we gotta slash em
I might take her home and smash her
Girl you actin' like you matter
I'm a cold hearted bastard
You can't blame me for my ways
Talk yo shit and let it fade
Ima take it to the grave
I been working like a slave
We mobbin', Robbin', Pistols started poppin
Pull up actin' like ah fool, nigga tell me what's the problem
I got blood all on my shoes I might take em home and wash em
Sweepin' bodies under rugs wit the thugs we had to mop em
They say I'm stylin, Profilin, Limousine ridin'
We gone bop out to the party bad bitches, they be wildin'
Too much heat ona reserve so they moved us to ah island
Ian trippin' ima make them niggas listen
I might turn ha round and flip it
I might f*ck you andn yo sista
Hold my hand and let me rip it,
Niggas laughin' ima stick em
Give ah f*ck bitch dis ah stick up
She attached just like ah sticker
Told that bitch that ima movie star, call me Mista Mista
Seen my call you musta missed it
Ian trippen girl I get it
Diamonds on me froze, ice so cold you get ah blister
Ion really got no limit
Fell like herb bitch ima kill shit
Ima f*ck ha like my wife and then I leave her in ha feelings
I can never see no ceiling
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We mobbin', Robbin', Pistols started poppin
Pull up actin' like ah fool, nigga tell me what's the problem
I got blood all on my shoes I might take em home and wash em
Sweepin' bodies under rugs wit the thugs we had to mop em
They say I'm stylin, Profilin, Limousine ridin
We gone bop out to the party bad bitches, they be wildin'
Too much heat ona reserve so they moved us to ah island
Ian trippin' ima make them niggas listen
Even if I gotta blick em, ima stick em, Pow pow never miss em
She gone suck me up forever so I let ha go and tipped ha
Told that bitch i'm ah movie star, call me Mista Mista
Brung a AK in my show so I dropped em like ah missile
Girl I miss you, I kiss you, Tell me what's the issue
When you crying bout yo life I'm the one that bring the tissue
Don't try to play me, I'm the only one who need the saving
If you ever think I'm lettin up den bitch you mus be crazy
From the pavement I can't let dese niggas have it
You ain't never hit my phone til u found out I was rappin'
Now you cannot be alone baby tell me what's the havoc
Found me caught up in my zone but I keep dis pistol packed in
All my niggas we be trappin'
If he talk we gotta slash em
I might take her home and smash her
Girl you actin' like you matter
I'm a cold hearted bastard
You can't blame me for my ways
Talk yo shit and let it fade
Ima take it to the grave
I been working like a slave
We mobbin', Robbin', Pistols started poppin
Pull up actin' like ah fool, nigga tell me what's the problem
I got blood all on my shoes I might take em home and wash em
Sweepin' bodies under rugs wit the thugs we had to mop em
They say I'm stylin, Profilin, Limousine ridin'
We gone bop out to the party bad bitches, they be wildin'
Too much heat ona reserve so they moved us to ah island
Ian trippin' ima make them niggas listen
I might turn ha round and flip it
I might f*ck you andn yo sista
Hold my hand and let me rip it,
Niggas laughin' ima stick em
Give ah f*ck bitch dis ah stick up
She attached just like ah sticker
Told that bitch that ima movie star, call me Mista Mista
Seen my call you musta missed it
Ian trippen girl I get it
Diamonds on me froze, ice so cold you get ah blister
Ion really got no limit
Fell like herb bitch ima kill shit
Ima f*ck ha like my wife and then I leave her in ha feelings
I can never see no ceiling
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Writer: Demetrius Rebb Jr.
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