Mine lyrics

by

Yung Ralph


[Verse 1]
Yeah, how the f*ck a n*gga gon' try tell me?
'Bout the motherf*cking ice that I'm rocking
'Bout these motherf*cking b*tches that I'm f*cking
And sucking and putting them in a bucket, then
Beat that pus*y up like it's the twelveth round
Up in n*ggas' towns with my Zoe Pounds
I don't go around since it come around
Wet diamonds in my mouth, if I kiss her she drown
If I leave a n*gga white t-shirt red, it'll be a peppermint or a baseball, n*gga
I know they sick and tired of hearing 'bout my jewelry
But if it fall on the ground, yeah, you might just slip and fall, n*gga
She a shark, she like a jaws n*gga
Your b*tch says she wants a tall n*gga
You are one midget you too small, n*gga (Little)
She suck my di*k and rub my balls, n*gga
Big money over here, man
Still active, don't let me show all my skills, man (Damn)
Yeah, my jeans they blue dolphin not no SEALs man (Nah)
I run up money, run up gold like a pilgrim

[Chorus]
n*gga, how the hell you gon' tell me what's mine?
I remember on the block I was serving them dimes, yeah
How the hell you gon' tell me what's mine?
If them boys didn't have no dope, I was selling you mine, hey
How the hell you gon' tell me what's mine?
Little n*gga, gon' and tell me what's all on your mind, yeah
All on your mind, yeah
[Verse 2]
n*gga, big bands on my mind, n*gga (Ayy)
n*gga, catch these ones like the swine, n*gga (Hear)
n*gga, you be cuffing with no ties, n*gga (She not yours)
Twin dimes and they mine, fold 'em like a pork rind
I know bloods that rock burgundy, no wine (Trrah)
Told that n*gga best believe I'ma stay for real
In the back of the car screaming, "YSL, hold it down" (Slatt, slatt)
Yeah, hold it down 'til he come back off on an appeal
That's the real deal
I'ma eat that pus*y down, then I'ma roll up some kush straight out the fields
I told her straight to her face if she don't do it, I know someone that will
You know the deal
I don't want to drink no lean with these n*ggas if it's not double sealed
And that's the real
n*gga, big B, balling, no budget
And my car is rare like a mullet (Skrrt-skrrt)
I've seen this b*tch from up the stairs, she ain't ugly
b*tches bome up to my room and they get sl*tty
b*tches ball me Jeff and the F stand for f*ckin'
One more time for my jewelry, yes, it's flooded (Woo)
Take that di*k up out her coochie, then I butt it
All these n*ggas with me Blooded like we cutted (SooWoo)

[Chorus]
n*gga, how the hell you gon' tell me what's mine?
I remember on the block I was serving them dimes, yeah
How the hell you gon' tell me what's mine?
If them boys didn't have no dope, I was selling you mine, hey
How the hell you gon' tell me what's mine?
Little n*gga, gon' and tell me what's all on your mind, yeah
All on your mind, yeah
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