Chippass – Felix Mitchell Lyrics
Artist: Chippass
Song: Felix Mitchell
Yeah
Uh-huh
I ain’t mad at them n#gg#s, I just don’t f#ck with y’all
Yeah!
I guess that’s the mob in me
Look
We get it poppin’, no more robbin’, we gettin’ paid (Gettin’paid!)
Hundred thousand, we countin’ money, you stealin’ change (Stealin’ change!)
Your conversation about motivation, I walk away (I walk away!)
Talkin’ hard, you n#gg#s softer than chardonnay (Really!)
You ain’t got goals, you can’t sit with us (Really!)
How you {?} with no money? Ain’t no sense in that (Ain’t no sense in that!)
n#gg#s gettin’ all these b#tches but can’t get a stack (Whaaat?!)
You ain’t even got a spot, you sleepin’ on the couch (Sleepin’ on the couch!)
Every other month they make your #ss get out (They make your #ss get out!)
Flexin’ all that money, that’s your whole role (Whaaat?!)
You the type to f#ck that b#tch and hit the wrong hole
Around you broke n#gg#s, I gotta play broke (Really!)
{?} I had love for me (I had love for me!)
That Felix Mitchell on the side of me
Gotta be a rider if you ride with me
Better think first before you lie to me
If it’s bad, then it’s a wrap, ain’t no bribin’ me
That Felix Mitchell on the side of me
Better think first before you lie to me
Gotta be a rider if you ride with me
If it’s bad, then it’s a wrap, ain’t no bribin’ me
I guess that’s the mob in me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, whaaat?!)
I guess that’s the mob in me (Yeah, whaaat?!)
n#gg#’s forty, flexin’ ten bands (Flexin’ ten bands!)
Slap a n#gg# hella times, I got ten hands (Whaat?!)
Got him runnin’ hella fast, he got ten legs (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!)
n#gg#’s acting famous he got ten fans (Ha!)
Man, n#gg#’s broke smokin’ big weed (Big weed!)
His b#tch a Choosey-Suzie, no six piece
Glock 21 on that block, no {?} (Pow!)
Bro, you a G with that K, shoutout {?} (Whaat!)
{?} R.I.P. no Nipsey (No Nipsey)
I’m a G in my unit, I’m like 50 (I’m like 50!)
My only kid goin’ bald, no Caillou (Really!)
I don’t need you n#gg#s’ b#tches, I got my own women (I got my own women!)
If that b#tch lets you f#ck, there’s something wrong with it (Really!)
That Felix Mitchell on the side of me
Gotta be a rider if you ride with me
Better think first before you lie to me
If it’s bad, then it’s a wrap, ain’t no bribin’ me
That Felix Mitchell on the side of me
Better think first before you lie to me
Gotta be a rider if you ride with me
If it’s bad, then it’s a wrap, ain’t no bribin’ me
I guess that’s the mob in me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, whaaat?!)
I guess that’s the mob in me (Yeah, whaaat?!)
I said, “f#ck that n#gg#, he hatin'”
I said, “f#ck that b#tch, she hatin'”
Whaaat?!
Yeah
That Felix Mitchell on the side of me
Gotta be a rider if you ride with me
Better think first before you lie to me
If it’s bad, then it’s a wrap, ain’t no bribin’ me
That Felix Mitchell on the side of me
Better think first before you lie to me
Gotta be a rider if you ride with me
If it’s bad, then it’s a wrap, ain’t no bribin’ me
I guess that’s the mob in me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, whaaat?!)
I guess that’s the mob in me (Yeah, whaaat?!)
Whaaat?!
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Release Year: 2018