HighTyde and Ckyttlez - In This Bitch (feat. DL Blaze)

Bigg Bank, G-L-E
Missinglinx in the place to be
Bigg Bank, G-L-E
Missinglinx in the place to be (Ha ha)
Bigg Bank, G-L-E
Missinglinx in the place to be
Bigg Bank, G-L-E
Here I go
Here I go, oh
Not long ago, I was vibing to a hype song I wrote, uh
Plus I was on a boat
In the middle of the ocean in Monaco
Hey, Bigg Bank got all the dough
And your whole crew falls like dominos
Come get some from me and my clique
Missinglinx in this B-I itch
And oh, you know the game
I point to you and you say our name
Missinglinx (Missinglinx)
Just stole your bitch and the kitchen sink
And oh, you know the drill
We keep it ill 'cause my crew so real
Come get this dick
Missinglinx in this B-I itch (Oh)
Oh baby, baby
You know I had to sing for you
Slide in like how you do
Break it down with a little bit of Aliboo, uh
Baby girl, well you know Im smooth
Oh damn, is he ice cold, yeah I'm cool, ah
Baby girl, I'm not from Mars, more like Pluto
Break it down with that hooptie
Yeah, yeah, and that two door
I know what you want, you want a real guy
You want a guy with a little bit of the sour
If you want Ckyttlez in the middle
I'ma get it, and get it like in the back
And I'ma make her wiggle like
And oh, you know the game
I point to you and you say our name
Missinglinx (Missinglinx)
Just stole your bitch and the kitchen sink
And oh, you know the drill
We keep it ill 'cause my crew so real
Come get this dick
Missinglinx in this B-I itch (Oh)
And since the honor roll, been on a roll
Hopped down like Geronimo
Oh, that's my P-O, I got to go
Hip, skip, and a hop down the road
Bomb charged in my dome
Planted at the cypher and I'm set to explode
Primal as it gets, damn near extinct
Why the fuck you think they call these emcees Missinglinx (Ha ha)
Just a bunch of wild, foul motherfuckers
Step into the ring and throw in your towel, motherfucker (Motherfucker)
Catch me causing shit or I'm rhyming
Don't get wet, already brought HighTyde in
And Blaze and Phrey be blazing phrases
You heard him in the middle
In our lane unless I swerve to hit whoever said our name
Stop, giggle
Po won't stay to play you the world's smallest fiddle
Looking left actually, where the fuck is Ckyttlez? (Where he at)
Seen skill, still the majority doubted D
Been P-W-P now G-L-E supporting me
Plan for the world, but my stomping ground always be B-C
Bring it every time
Walk through hell fire
Why you still surprised, I'm fine
Little back problems you get
When you carry balls the size of mine
And oh, you know the game
I point to you and you say our name
Missinglinx (Missinglinx)
Just stole your bitch and the kitchen sink
And oh, you know the drill
We keep it ill 'cause my crew so real
Come get this dick
Missinglinx in this B-I itch
And oh, you know the game
I point to you and you say our name
Missinglinx (Missinglinx)
Just stole your bitch and the kitchen sink
And oh, you know the drill
We keep it ill 'cause my crew so real
Come get this dick
Missinglinx in this B-I itch (Oh)

Written by:
KEVIN BLAAUW, CHANNING LAWALATTA, DIMITRI RIRY, ANNERIENTS RUSCH

Publisher:
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