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I Think I'm Mitch Video (MV)




Performed By: Hundo Sitchy
Length: 3:21
Written by: Terrence Turner




Hundo Sitchy - I Think I'm Mitch Lyrics




I got all these bricks
I got all these bricks
Iced out my wrists, Ain't no N***a give me shit
My whip my fit my kicks, everything legit
B**** I think I'm Mitch
B**** I think I'm Mitch

I think I'm Mitch, I found my Niche
I'm 2 legit to quit
Live life loyal, just like Mitch
You ca do it like that, you can do it like this
N**** mad cuz I'm a walking lick (we lit)
V.V.'s On my neck and my wrists
Diamonds dancing, made that nigga miss
He ain't got no aim, he just hit a brick
Catch him on the rebound, knock his top off
He ain't real, he a knock off
Drop my top just make these drop offs
Then go get my rocks off
Young N***a paper cuts, N**** you a poo putt
Skuff yo shoe up, shordy hit it with the tooth brush
Still in the trap, real N**** don't change up
Damn bad, bounced back now I got the hook up
What the lick read, everybody throwing Big B'z
Breaking Down Bricks, 1 eat all eat
10 days 10 keys, f*ck 12, Bagging up 13 14 Front street 16th
Just had 17, only got 3 mo 2 for he 45 1 for he $18
Real green, blues cheese, 223, What you mean? google me

I got all these bricks
I got all these bricks
Iced out my wrists, Ain't no N***a give me shit
My whip my fit my kicks, everything legit
B**** I think I'm Mitch
B**** I think I'm Mitch

I got all these bricks
I got all these bricks
Iced out my wrists, Ain't no N***a give me shit
My whip my fit my kicks, everything legit
B**** I think I'm Mitch
B**** I think I'm Mitch

I got scales, cliental, bricks, and bells
Yeah Yeah
Set up shop, junkies at the door everything for sale
I can't chill, I got deals for real, yeah? Hell yeah!
Get it through the mail or you can just pull up and ring the bell
Nah these bricks ain't stepped on
What you need? let me know!
Bailout what you waiting on
Pick out which one you want
Come and shop with me, No we fumble no dope
We count out that cash, or we can swipe on the go
If Ya want a brick, hit my Beeper
Yes! We accept visa
Shaking Cocaina
In 10 days we have 2 Beamer's
We pull up in space ship, this for that night shifts, and day shift
Secure that bag, and dip
I work my move, I flip the script

I got all these bricks
I got all these bricks
Iced out my wrists, Ain't no N***a give me shit
My whip my fit my kicks, everything legit
B**** I think I'm Mitch
B**** I think I'm Mitch

I got all these bricks
I got all these bricks
Iced out my wrists, Ain't no N***a give me shit
My whip my fit my kicks, everything legit
B**** I think I'm Mitch
B**** I think I'm Mitch
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I got all these bricks
I got all these bricks
Iced out my wrists, Ain't no N***a give me shit
My whip my fit my kicks, everything legit
B**** I think I'm Mitch
B**** I think I'm Mitch

I think I'm Mitch, I found my Niche
I'm 2 legit to quit
Live life loyal, just like Mitch
You ca do it like that, you can do it like this
N**** mad cuz I'm a walking lick (we lit)
V.V.'s On my neck and my wrists
Diamonds dancing, made that nigga miss
He ain't got no aim, he just hit a brick
Catch him on the rebound, knock his top off
He ain't real, he a knock off
Drop my top just make these drop offs
Then go get my rocks off
Young N***a paper cuts, N**** you a poo putt
Skuff yo shoe up, shordy hit it with the tooth brush
Still in the trap, real N**** don't change up
Damn bad, bounced back now I got the hook up
What the lick read, everybody throwing Big B'z
Breaking Down Bricks, 1 eat all eat
10 days 10 keys, f*ck 12, Bagging up 13 14 Front street 16th
Just had 17, only got 3 mo 2 for he 45 1 for he $18
Real green, blues cheese, 223, What you mean? google me

I got all these bricks
I got all these bricks
Iced out my wrists, Ain't no N***a give me shit
My whip my fit my kicks, everything legit
B**** I think I'm Mitch
B**** I think I'm Mitch

I got all these bricks
I got all these bricks
Iced out my wrists, Ain't no N***a give me shit
My whip my fit my kicks, everything legit
B**** I think I'm Mitch
B**** I think I'm Mitch

I got scales, cliental, bricks, and bells
Yeah Yeah
Set up shop, junkies at the door everything for sale
I can't chill, I got deals for real, yeah? Hell yeah!
Get it through the mail or you can just pull up and ring the bell
Nah these bricks ain't stepped on
What you need? let me know!
Bailout what you waiting on
Pick out which one you want
Come and shop with me, No we fumble no dope
We count out that cash, or we can swipe on the go
If Ya want a brick, hit my Beeper
Yes! We accept visa
Shaking Cocaina
In 10 days we have 2 Beamer's
We pull up in space ship, this for that night shifts, and day shift
Secure that bag, and dip
I work my move, I flip the script

I got all these bricks
I got all these bricks
Iced out my wrists, Ain't no N***a give me shit
My whip my fit my kicks, everything legit
B**** I think I'm Mitch
B**** I think I'm Mitch

I got all these bricks
I got all these bricks
Iced out my wrists, Ain't no N***a give me shit
My whip my fit my kicks, everything legit
B**** I think I'm Mitch
B**** I think I'm Mitch
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Writer: Terrence Turner
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