Shoreline Mafia - Mind Right (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Shoreline Mafia - Mind Right (en) Lyrics
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I just popped a Perc', get my
mind right (Mind right)
Bitch, I want some money, not no
limelight (Not no limelight)
Me and all my niggas, we beyond
tight (We beyond tight)
We ain't goin' back and forth,
bitch, it's on sight
(Bitch, it's on sight)
Ayy, told that bitch, "Take your clothes
off" (Take your clothes off)
Big 40 knock his nose
off (Big 40, nigga)
She want a Gucci purse but I want
some head (I want some head)
My niggas in the county, boy, they
eatin' bread (They eatin' bread)
If a nigga try to play me,
we gon' leave him dead (We
gon' leave him dead)
I got tired of poppin' molly
so I'm poppin' X (Poppin')
Ooh, this a Oxy'
All these niggas sweet like some
toffee (Like some toffee)
Double cup, nigga, I ain't sippin'
coffee (Sippin' lean)
Play with us, he get chipped like
some Takis (He get chipped)
You don't fuck her how I fuck her
so she creepin' on you (Bitch)
I told my nigga P Dawg, "Boy, they sleepin'
on you" (Sleepin' on you)
Glock-19 but it hold fifty
I gotta keep a stick 'cause
it get sticky (Sticky)
Like a math quiz, it gon' get tricky
I'm doin' drugs with the bitch
like I'm Bobby, Whitney (Ooh)
Fenix Flexin countin' bankrolls
(Bank rolls)
Boy, you niggas fuckin' stank
hoes (Stank hoes)
I been fuckin' on your main
ho (On your main bitch)
Keep it real, that's the reason why
you hate for (Why you hate for)
My Glock gay, it give him facials
(Give him facials)
I got a white bitch named
Rachel (White bitch)
When she fuckin' on me, it's
interracial (Interracial)
I'm 'bout my paper like a nigga
went to Staples (Racks)
You don't need a nigga?
Raise your hands up
You with your best friend
and you finna dance up
They playin' City Girls
so you finna act up
Drop it down to the floor,
I throw them bands up
Ass fat, you gon' make it clap, huh?
In a function, nigga,
got your strap, huh?
We don't talk on the phone
'cause it's tapped, bruh
Heard she don't give no head
but that's cap, bruh
Ayy, she be givin' niggas hella head
You done fucked up the re-
up, owe me hella bread
I done sipped me a four
of that medicine
I remember back when they
wouldn't let us in
Now they tryna drop a bag
just to get us in
I ain't the best, nigga, tell
me who is better then?
I rock Truey, G Star,
and the Vetements
They done fucked up, let
me bring Berettas in
Walked in with pistolas
I'll paint a nigga red like Crayola
I been sippin' on that red,
thought I told yo
Brand new Bape kicks like I'm Soulja
Ayy, yeah, like I'm Soulja Boy
Still the same young nigga,
I'm just older, boy
Ayy, ice on, bitch, I'm froze up
I'm a joint in my city,
so she chose up
It cost like five, nigga,
pour a four up
And I just poured two,
so I'm slowed up
I can't pop me no Percs, I'ma throw up
It's goin' down, baby
girl, we finna go up
She put her lips on my dick
'cause I blowed up
And I got ten bands when I showed up
I got money, codeine, and
some dope (Gang, gang)
And a nigga better watch for
your ho (Yeah, yeah)
Two for ten, we can get it at
the store (At the store)
And my dawg got a line on
the lows (On the lows)
Twenty-two up in the city
for the bows, yeah, yeah
Countin' money so we keep the
trap closed, yeah, yeah
If you comin' on the block,
you pay a toll, uh-huh
Put that bitch on the X,
make her roll, uh-huh
In the Hellcat with the
fog lights (Fog)
Got these VV's on me, givin'
frostbite (VV's)
Brought your bitch through, she
givin' head all night (Bitch)
Ridin' real foreigns, got the name on
the exhaust pipe (Skrrt, skrrt)
We got choppers in the truck
like the SWAT team
Slidin' down the runway, we'll leave
your block clean (Bah, bah)
Ridin' with them thirties in the rack,
we the Glock team (Bah, bah)
Shorty got a 40 in the back and
it's not clean (Bah, bah)
Tell a nigga cash out, I'ma
leave him ass out
Pussy nigga spooked, he ain't
never seen a crackhouse
Had me with the vibes and we even
got the back house (Back house)
We apply the pressure to a nigga,
he get packed out (Packed out)
Hit a nigga spot, lil' nigga,
where the safe at? (Safe at)
Leave a nigga dead, now we see him
where the tapes at, strike fast
When I beat a bitch, I be
lookin' for a latex
Bro in that trap, so you know he made
the cake stretch (Gang, gang)
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