Young Dolph, Juicy J and Project Pat - By Mistake [Remix]

Memphis Mafia, mane
Ya dig
REMIX!
Skrt, skrt, skrt, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Skrrrt
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Paper Route, let's get it

Run up on this fire, and get burnt lil' nigga (Fire)
Spent a half of million just on furniture nigga (Damn)
Paper Route business, it don't concern you lil' nigga (Watch out)
Be careful who you call your friend, they turn on you nigga (For real)
I'm DUI right now, I don't belong behind the wheel (Woah)
One thing about it, I'ma get money long as I live (Woo)
I can't stop at that red light, I can't keep going, I don't yield
I can't do that deal if it ain't more than 10 mil'
Oh shit, got them M's and now he lit
100 thousand dollar investment, I invest on my wrist
All she do is run her mouth, tell that bitch to suck a dick
I was born a superstar, so I put one on my fist
I just smash, I don't kiss (nah)
Hit the gas, I'm in the wind
Hate to brag, but I'm the shit (hah)
Got some head when I was 6
I threw 30 in Magic (Magic) do that make me a trick? (What?)
House on the lake, but I don't even know how to fish (Damn)

Mothafuck the law, fuck the law, fuck the law (Fuck em all)
Flyin' down Elvis Presley in the race car (Boulevard)
I been drinkin' raw, drinkin' raw, drinkin' raw (Raw!)
White girl with me, and she look just like a Barbie Doll
I just walked in Barneys, spent a 40 by mistake (Racks)
I just walked in Barneys, spent a 40 by mistake (Racks!)
I just walked in Barneys, spent a 40 by mistake (Stacks)
If I take you out, bitch, that's a million dollar date

I just stepped in Barney's, bought your shawty by mistake
Dinner with the mayor, that's a thousand dollar plate
Million dollar deals, billionaire ideas
My driveway so long I gotta drive to check the mail (Yeah)
These niggas don't want no smoke
Clown ass nigga, you a bozo
Countin' this money by the boatload
Last thing I need is a broke hoe
Look inside the foreign, all white just like the Pope
When I pulled up in that Phantom, she look like she seen a ghost

Patahh
Mothafuck the lizohs
Glock in my drizohs
Frazer boulevard, your hoe turn lickin' my bizohs
Hustle never fall off
We beefin', make no call off
Until one of these bullets out this draco knock your shit off (Shit!)
Slap the forty crossed his head, I'm takin' errythang
Jewelry in that murse, full of bands and some Mary Jane
Virgin to these streets, so I had to pop that cherry, mane
Gangsta Memphis, kill or be killed, so it's ready aim fire
Nig gon die, bullets gon fly, momma gon cry
Nig gon try, empty that clip yo head off like a samurai
Money to the sky, meet that knot
Most you niggas be soft like pie
Leavin' you niggas ass wet like pussy cause we ain't gon stop to you niggas ass die
EEE!

Mothafuck the law, fuck the law, fuck the law (Fuck em all)
Flyin' down Elvis Presley in the race car (Boulevard)
I been drinkin' raw, drinkin' raw, drinkin' raw (Raw!)
White girl with me, and she look just like a Barbie Doll
I just walked in Barneys, spent a 40 by mistake (Racks)
I just walked in Barneys, spent a 40 by mistake (Racks!)
I just walked in Barneys, spent a 40 by mistake (Stacks)
If I take you out, bitch, that's a million dollar date

Yeah, mane, yeah
Yeah AYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY
Hey, mane, It's Dae, mane
Yeah, mane, yeah AYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY
AYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY
Yeah

Written by:
Adolph R. Thornton, Hayward Ivy

Publisher:
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING

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