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SosMula - MIX N MATCH Lyrics
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Beep
Beep, beep, beep (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Which one should I wear? I got plenty fits to choose (Reapyy)
(Ayo, Shoki, this go crazy) punk-ass niggas
Ayy, ayy (sleeze)

Which one should I wear? I got plenty fits to choose (splash, splash)
Tec or the Glock with the Dior runner shoes
Know I got a rocket launcher, I can let it loose (boom, boom)
Bitch, I got that motherf*cking USSR Russian tool
Which one should I wear? (sleeze) I got plenty fits to choose (no, no, no, no)
Nike Shox Rboom's, I lace 'em up 'cause I'm a f*cking goon (sleeze, sleeze)
Going under cover number nine, bitch, yeah, that's the tool
I stomp on the curb in these motherf*cking ALYX boots

I match this with that (sleeze, sleeze)
That tommy or that MAC (sleeze, sleeze)
I'm rolling up yo' OG, I'm smoking on that pack
I'ma run him down, give ya boy a chrome heartattack (gimme that, gimme that, gimme that)
All he heard was bullets, doot-doot-doot, ain't coming back
In the stu' with Carol Christian Poell, you can't get that (splash)
See them flashing cameras, you can't touch, you can't see that (no, no, no, no)
Came home from jail, my bitch told me I'm conceited
I gave that boy a shell top, this ain't no Adidas
I got too many fits to choose (sleeze, sleeze)
I got too many fits to choose (sleeze, sleeze)
I got too many fits to choose (splash, splash)
I got too many fits to choose (splash, splash)
I can't shop at Saks Fifth (no, no, no, no)
Bitch, I'm way too rich
I can't shop at Saks Fifth (no, no, no, no)
Bitch, I'm way to rich

Which one should I wear? I got plenty fits to choose (splash, splash)
Tec or the Glock with the Dior runner shoes
Know I got a rocket launcher, I can let it loose (boom, boom)
Bitch, I got that motherf*cking USSR Russian tool
Which one should I wear? (sleeze) I got plenty fits to choose (no, no, no, no)
Nike Shox Rboom's, I lace 'em up 'cause I'm a f*cking goon (sleeze, sleeze)
Going under cover number nine, bitch, yeah, that's the tool
I stomp on the curb in these motherf*cking ALYX boots

I feel so hysteric in this glamour catching bodies
I'm rocking Vivienne Westwood while I'm booted off the molly (splash, splash, splash)
I hit twenty-three jump shots on them opps (boom)
Bitch, I hit twenty-three jump shots on them opps
Bitch, in my Jordans (sleeze, sleeze)
Bitch, in my Jordans (sleeze, sleeze)
Bitch, so important (sleeze, sleeze)
All my drip imported (splash, splash)
Stomp 'em in these Rick Owens, not Air Forces (no, no, no, no)
Stomp 'em in these Rick Owens, not Air Forces (no, no, no, no)

Which one should I wear? I got plenty fits to choose (splash, splash)
Tec or the Glock with the Dior runner shoes
Know I got a rocket launcher, I can let it loose (boom, boom)
Bitch, I got that motherf*cking USSR Russian tool
Which one should I wear? (sleeze) I got plenty fits to choose (no, no, no, no)
Nike Shox Rboom's, I lace 'em up 'cause I'm a f*cking goon (sleeze, sleeze)
Going under cover number nine, bitch, yeah, that's the tool
I stomp on the curb in these motherf*cking ALYX boots

Sos had an account, Christian human skin
I don't know, man f*ck it
That's why they call it sellin' your soul, cause- to the- (word)
That's f*cked up right?
'Cause- rocks in f*ckin human skin, Carol Christian, it was-
That would probably be hard though
That would be hard though, yeah
Drip
You steppin on humans
Blood walk mad good, I learned to-, out good
Where do they get the human skin?
I don't know, I gotta do some-, I gotta do some-, yeah
Hell yeah definitely a dead body, he's not gonna like (I don't know bro)
Kill someone?
Ccp, nigga's a ill nigga
His clothes is mad expensive bro, like that nigga's
Well, if it's human skin of course
But not, nah, nah, just, nah, nah, not
It's hard to find that shit, like, you see that shit
(Nah, you don't know how that leather's made)
And when I see that shit, it's this- I follow on the Gram (yeah)
This nigga's-, I be talkin' to him in the DM, he don't, bro, he has
Yo bro, this nigga has every Carol, he's a-, but he's a- too
He don't wanna- to me, he's like, "Oh, they don't make 'em in your size"
How about I dead find the-
Like, I'm talkin to the nigga, the other nigga that sellin' it
And the nigga I bought it from online, and-, some nigga said-
Call-, lands-, but I found his page through that-, tagged that-
You feel me? Like, "Just got these through my friend-"
Drip humans, human drip
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English

Beep
Beep, beep, beep (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Which one should I wear? I got plenty fits to choose (Reapyy)
(Ayo, Shoki, this go crazy) punk-ass niggas
Ayy, ayy (sleeze)

Which one should I wear? I got plenty fits to choose (splash, splash)
Tec or the Glock with the Dior runner shoes
Know I got a rocket launcher, I can let it loose (boom, boom)
Bitch, I got that motherf*cking USSR Russian tool
Which one should I wear? (sleeze) I got plenty fits to choose (no, no, no, no)
Nike Shox Rboom's, I lace 'em up 'cause I'm a f*cking goon (sleeze, sleeze)
Going under cover number nine, bitch, yeah, that's the tool
I stomp on the curb in these motherf*cking ALYX boots

I match this with that (sleeze, sleeze)
That tommy or that MAC (sleeze, sleeze)
I'm rolling up yo' OG, I'm smoking on that pack
I'ma run him down, give ya boy a chrome heartattack (gimme that, gimme that, gimme that)
All he heard was bullets, doot-doot-doot, ain't coming back
In the stu' with Carol Christian Poell, you can't get that (splash)
See them flashing cameras, you can't touch, you can't see that (no, no, no, no)
Came home from jail, my bitch told me I'm conceited
I gave that boy a shell top, this ain't no Adidas
I got too many fits to choose (sleeze, sleeze)
I got too many fits to choose (sleeze, sleeze)
I got too many fits to choose (splash, splash)
I got too many fits to choose (splash, splash)
I can't shop at Saks Fifth (no, no, no, no)
Bitch, I'm way too rich
I can't shop at Saks Fifth (no, no, no, no)
Bitch, I'm way to rich

Which one should I wear? I got plenty fits to choose (splash, splash)
Tec or the Glock with the Dior runner shoes
Know I got a rocket launcher, I can let it loose (boom, boom)
Bitch, I got that motherf*cking USSR Russian tool
Which one should I wear? (sleeze) I got plenty fits to choose (no, no, no, no)
Nike Shox Rboom's, I lace 'em up 'cause I'm a f*cking goon (sleeze, sleeze)
Going under cover number nine, bitch, yeah, that's the tool
I stomp on the curb in these motherf*cking ALYX boots

I feel so hysteric in this glamour catching bodies
I'm rocking Vivienne Westwood while I'm booted off the molly (splash, splash, splash)
I hit twenty-three jump shots on them opps (boom)
Bitch, I hit twenty-three jump shots on them opps
Bitch, in my Jordans (sleeze, sleeze)
Bitch, in my Jordans (sleeze, sleeze)
Bitch, so important (sleeze, sleeze)
All my drip imported (splash, splash)
Stomp 'em in these Rick Owens, not Air Forces (no, no, no, no)
Stomp 'em in these Rick Owens, not Air Forces (no, no, no, no)

Which one should I wear? I got plenty fits to choose (splash, splash)
Tec or the Glock with the Dior runner shoes
Know I got a rocket launcher, I can let it loose (boom, boom)
Bitch, I got that motherf*cking USSR Russian tool
Which one should I wear? (sleeze) I got plenty fits to choose (no, no, no, no)
Nike Shox Rboom's, I lace 'em up 'cause I'm a f*cking goon (sleeze, sleeze)
Going under cover number nine, bitch, yeah, that's the tool
I stomp on the curb in these motherf*cking ALYX boots

Sos had an account, Christian human skin
I don't know, man f*ck it
That's why they call it sellin' your soul, cause- to the- (word)
That's f*cked up right?
'Cause- rocks in f*ckin human skin, Carol Christian, it was-
That would probably be hard though
That would be hard though, yeah
Drip
You steppin on humans
Blood walk mad good, I learned to-, out good
Where do they get the human skin?
I don't know, I gotta do some-, I gotta do some-, yeah
Hell yeah definitely a dead body, he's not gonna like (I don't know bro)
Kill someone?
Ccp, nigga's a ill nigga
His clothes is mad expensive bro, like that nigga's
Well, if it's human skin of course
But not, nah, nah, just, nah, nah, not
It's hard to find that shit, like, you see that shit
(Nah, you don't know how that leather's made)
And when I see that shit, it's this- I follow on the Gram (yeah)
This nigga's-, I be talkin' to him in the DM, he don't, bro, he has
Yo bro, this nigga has every Carol, he's a-, but he's a- too
He don't wanna- to me, he's like, "Oh, they don't make 'em in your size"
How about I dead find the-
Like, I'm talkin to the nigga, the other nigga that sellin' it
And the nigga I bought it from online, and-, some nigga said-
Call-, lands-, but I found his page through that-, tagged that-
You feel me? Like, "Just got these through my friend-"
Drip humans, human drip
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Writer: David Pointer, Iggy Borjesson, James Connary Wilson, Vinicius Sosa
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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