Mink - NONSTOP

(Counting up the fetti yeah) (Yeah)
(Yeah)(What)
(Yeah) (Woah)
The clock ain't never gone stop
You gotta be on top of yo shit (Yeah)
You gotta be moving these bricks (Yeah)
You wish you could flip like this
Mink ain't never gone miss
Bring out the choppa and I'm blowing a kiss (Yeah)
Brodie keep flexing that weak ass diss (Woah)
Look at my diamonds they gliss
Four five figures on my wrist (Yeah , Yeah)
My shorty gone smile
Came from the west she a lil too wild (Yeah)
Can't hop on the beat if it's too damn mild
Been stuck all day , Not no hours (Not no hours)
King of my sound I'm the founder (Woah)
I'm at the top of my tower (Yeah)
Hop on the beat and I walk my walk (Yeah)
Shorty in my DM tryna give me some top (Grah , Grah , Grah)
She said that I'm fine and I get that a lot (Get that a lot)
I'm so damn cold but I'm too damn hot (Woah)
Whip in the kitchen I whip in the pot (Woo)
Parking the coupe and we fuck on the spot (Grah , Grah)
The clock ain't never gone stop
You gotta be on top of yo shit (Yeah)
You gotta be moving these bricks (Yeah)
You wish you could flip like this
Mink ain't never gone miss
Bring out the choppa and I'm blowing a kiss (Yeah)
Brodie keep flexing that weak ass diss (Woah)
Look at my diamonds they gliss
Four five figures on my wrist (Yeah , Yeah)
Six feet back
I got your bitch in my bed and she arching her back (Woah)
Got me a gun no splat (Yeah)
I'm not coming for that (Woah)
Yeah , Go to the bank and I make a deposit
Throwing these fits I call her a closet
Your not like me so just you stop it
I'm the pilot not talking no cock pit (Yeah , Yeah)
Yeah , Yeah
Grah , Grah
Yeah , Woah
Chips on my belt no lays (Yeah)
Shorty in my bed get me laid (Woah)
Call me the ace no spade
You can get hit with this blade (Woo)
Better not go that way (Go that way)
The clock ain't never gone stop
You gotta be on top of yo shit (Yeah)
You gotta be moving these bricks (Yeah)
You wish you could flip like this
Mink ain't never gone miss
Bring out the choppa and I'm blowing a kiss (Yeah)
Brodie keep flexing that weak ass diss (Woah)
Look at my diamonds they gliss
Four five figures on my wrist (Yeah , Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Woah , Woah , Woah , Woah)

Written by:
Julian Duran

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