Boi Mystery – INNA MIN Lyrics
Artist: Boi Mystery
Song: INNA MIN
Why you so mad, I’ll be back inna minute
Got Gucci on my toes, and they lookin’ so exquisite
What you want from the store, girl you gotta be specific
And Quincy got that gas, and I know he get me lifted
I’ma take a flight, I ain’t seen you in a while, girl
But somethin’ bout your smile just make me smile, girl
So come and roll this spliff and come get high, girl
Come get high, girl
Come and chill with me, whatchu know bout it
Paparazzi always on my heels, so it’s so crowded
And I just bought that girl that new birkin, yеah she so stylish
And I stay ten-toes-down, I ain’t sold bout it
I could takе your soul, do you know, who you playin with
Me and Quincy took your hoe, now you mad, now you hatin’ yeah
And your shorty get exposed, cuz she really really like me
And you know we gettin’ all our checks up, like Nike
Gotta get our checks up
We stay next up (Yuh!)
Boolin’ in the city and you know we got the Lexus
(Uh) I’m just kiddin’, only pull up in Mercedes-Benz
(Uh) I’m just kiddin’, only stay angelic, no satan
I be too high, Ion know, when I’m gonna land
Big choppa drummin’ at a n****, it sound like a band
And yo sh#t, ain’t it, I had to go tell you that
Ran out on an opp, almost gave him a heart attack
He said I’m a broke lil n****, yeah I’m far from that
Stickin’ to the gang, can’t change on my n****
Black n’ Yellow diamonds, like I’m playin’ for the Steelers
Shorty saw the chains and now she wanna take a picture
We in this b#tch, and that’s no cap
I got a fortyandfiftyandsixty, I’m spittin the MAC
If he talkin’ sh#t, and he try to run, send shots at his back
All of my n****s they with it, you know that we with it, we gotta attack
I see his b#tch and I hit it, you know that I hittin’ her straight from the back
I’m really sellin’ them zips, I’m flippin’ that sh#t, I need it right back
He talkin’ sh#t on the net, if he talkin’ reckless, he gon’ get stretched up
And all my n****s steady stretched up
He talkin’ sh#t, well we gon’ bless ’em
I got your b#tch, and she tellin’ me that I’m next up
You’d think we been in the gym the way that we flex-on
Got a new Montclair suit, now I’m flexed up
Walkin’ all around in booth, with my chest up
When I’m finna pull up with the crew, send a text, yuh
I just got your shawty, with the tool, got her stretched up
Quality diamonds, yeah they, (uh) VVS, yuh
I just got your b#tch, (uh) buss, on her chest, yuh
Pull up in the whip, yuh, hop out, new Rolls-Royce, yuh
You can make this life decision, what’s your choice, yuh
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Release Year: 2020