Mint Maybach Video (MV)
Performed By: TheRealTaco
Featuring: Kid Vibe, Riff Raff
Language: English
Length: 2:51
Written by: Riff Raff, Austin Sorum, Estefan Morales
TheRealTaco - Mint Maybach Lyrics
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You know that my mama ain't raised no f*ckin' bitch
Yeah, I grew up in the sticks All my brothers got them blicks
Yeah, like a TV remote You know that I gotta click
You know that I like em thick In the pit, we gettin' lit
Yeah, you know that my mama ain't raised no f*ckin' bitch
Yeah, I grew up in the sticks All my brothers got them blicks
Yeah, like a TV remote You know that I gotta click
You know that I like em thick In the pit, we gettin' lit
When I pull up in the whip, I'ma flex Money always talkin' so I'm runnin' up a check
Smokin' on a pound, I ain't gonna check my texts I'm just out here vibin' with the squad
Tryin' to live my best
Smokin' that gas They call me Hank, just came from the bank
I be just speeding right past Inhaling the dank till my mind go blank
And I'm never comin' in last You wanna be great, I'm tellin' you straight
I know they gon' put you on blast You cannot relate and probably just hate
I'ma put you in the cast
Her ass is flat like a tire I get so high, I'm a jet
Your shit is dead, it expired I got the money, I'm set
I'm always workin', I'm wired The driver f*cked up, he's upset
Steady buildin' my empire
It's the watermelon wizard Chained like a blizzard
I put on my chain when I pay you a visit I'm in the matte mint Mayback
And the laptops came with it I press a button to close the partition
Side windows blue tinted They look like Rice Krispies
Ooh, what's this button do? Poof, the roof missin
Two women drivers in front And they tongue kissin' and lane switchin
I'm in the back, I just feel different I bought a car with a steel ribbon
I get mistaken for Cal Ripken They thought I was Dollar, I dip quickly
Penthouse at the palms, my palms itchin
You know that my mama ain't raised no f*ckin' bitch
Yeah, I grew up in the sticks All my brothers got them blicks
Yeah, like a TV remote You know that I gotta click
You know that I like em thick In the pit, we gettin' lit
Yeah, you know that my mama ain't raised no f*ckin' bitch
Yeah, I grew up in the sticks All my brothers got them blicks
Yeah, like a TV remote You know that I gotta click
You know that I like em thick In the pit, we gettin' lit yeah
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English
You know that my mama ain't raised no f*ckin' bitch
Yeah, I grew up in the sticks All my brothers got them blicks
Yeah, like a TV remote You know that I gotta click
You know that I like em thick In the pit, we gettin' lit
Yeah, you know that my mama ain't raised no f*ckin' bitch
Yeah, I grew up in the sticks All my brothers got them blicks
Yeah, like a TV remote You know that I gotta click
You know that I like em thick In the pit, we gettin' lit
When I pull up in the whip, I'ma flex Money always talkin' so I'm runnin' up a check
Smokin' on a pound, I ain't gonna check my texts I'm just out here vibin' with the squad
Tryin' to live my best
Smokin' that gas They call me Hank, just came from the bank
I be just speeding right past Inhaling the dank till my mind go blank
And I'm never comin' in last You wanna be great, I'm tellin' you straight
I know they gon' put you on blast You cannot relate and probably just hate
I'ma put you in the cast
Her ass is flat like a tire I get so high, I'm a jet
Your shit is dead, it expired I got the money, I'm set
I'm always workin', I'm wired The driver f*cked up, he's upset
Steady buildin' my empire
It's the watermelon wizard Chained like a blizzard
I put on my chain when I pay you a visit I'm in the matte mint Mayback
And the laptops came with it I press a button to close the partition
Side windows blue tinted They look like Rice Krispies
Ooh, what's this button do? Poof, the roof missin
Two women drivers in front And they tongue kissin' and lane switchin
I'm in the back, I just feel different I bought a car with a steel ribbon
I get mistaken for Cal Ripken They thought I was Dollar, I dip quickly
Penthouse at the palms, my palms itchin
You know that my mama ain't raised no f*ckin' bitch
Yeah, I grew up in the sticks All my brothers got them blicks
Yeah, like a TV remote You know that I gotta click
You know that I like em thick In the pit, we gettin' lit
Yeah, you know that my mama ain't raised no f*ckin' bitch
Yeah, I grew up in the sticks All my brothers got them blicks
Yeah, like a TV remote You know that I gotta click
You know that I like em thick In the pit, we gettin' lit yeah
Yeah, I grew up in the sticks All my brothers got them blicks
Yeah, like a TV remote You know that I gotta click
You know that I like em thick In the pit, we gettin' lit
Yeah, you know that my mama ain't raised no f*ckin' bitch
Yeah, I grew up in the sticks All my brothers got them blicks
Yeah, like a TV remote You know that I gotta click
You know that I like em thick In the pit, we gettin' lit
When I pull up in the whip, I'ma flex Money always talkin' so I'm runnin' up a check
Smokin' on a pound, I ain't gonna check my texts I'm just out here vibin' with the squad
Tryin' to live my best
Smokin' that gas They call me Hank, just came from the bank
I be just speeding right past Inhaling the dank till my mind go blank
And I'm never comin' in last You wanna be great, I'm tellin' you straight
I know they gon' put you on blast You cannot relate and probably just hate
I'ma put you in the cast
Her ass is flat like a tire I get so high, I'm a jet
Your shit is dead, it expired I got the money, I'm set
I'm always workin', I'm wired The driver f*cked up, he's upset
Steady buildin' my empire
It's the watermelon wizard Chained like a blizzard
I put on my chain when I pay you a visit I'm in the matte mint Mayback
And the laptops came with it I press a button to close the partition
Side windows blue tinted They look like Rice Krispies
Ooh, what's this button do? Poof, the roof missin
Two women drivers in front And they tongue kissin' and lane switchin
I'm in the back, I just feel different I bought a car with a steel ribbon
I get mistaken for Cal Ripken They thought I was Dollar, I dip quickly
Penthouse at the palms, my palms itchin
You know that my mama ain't raised no f*ckin' bitch
Yeah, I grew up in the sticks All my brothers got them blicks
Yeah, like a TV remote You know that I gotta click
You know that I like em thick In the pit, we gettin' lit
Yeah, you know that my mama ain't raised no f*ckin' bitch
Yeah, I grew up in the sticks All my brothers got them blicks
Yeah, like a TV remote You know that I gotta click
You know that I like em thick In the pit, we gettin' lit yeah
Writer: Riff Raff, Austin Sorum, Estefan Morales
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid