Back to Top

Que$t - Mix It Up Lyrics



Que$t - Mix It Up Lyrics




Mix it up a lil bit
Fill up my cup and i'm lit
I get money lil bitch
What the f*ck is you talkin bout

Mix it up a lil bit
Fill up my cup and i'm lit
I get money lil bitch
What the f*ck is you talkin bout

Nah it dont make no sense
But I been poppin ever since
I'm on a mission heaven sent
I need to cop all these chips
I be talkin shit like i'm rich
I could hit the walk through and steal ya bitch
But w you she was playin hard to get
Prolly cause she know that i'm nice w a pen
I want the money i'm rakin it in
Don't got it yet but don't worry i will
Killin these niggas i don't need the steel
I keep shit rollin like my nickname is wheels
Only smoke weed don't pop no pills
I kill these tracks because i got the feels
I got the vibes and i'm always on time
No electrician y'all diggin these lines
Bitch ain't no rushin this here a profession
My streams goin up from a bad lil russian
Hit the beat hard think i'm givin concussions
This here is nothin
My bad for stuntin
I link the plug then i roll up a onion
A lotta things i really wish i could take back in my life
A couple things i really wish i could do twice
But i roll a blunt and then i fly away
And then i think about the brighter days
I told myself we gonna be okay
Now tell me that you get me aye okay
A nigga feelin like a renegade
Chicken wings and fries can't go on dinner dates
Now come here shawty let me penetrate
Aye aye aye

Mix it up a lil bit
Fill up my cup and i'm lit
I get money lil bitch
What the f*ck is you talkin bout

Mix it up a lil bit
Fill up my cup and i'm lit
I get money lil bitch
What the f*ck is you talkin bout

I'm locked in
I'm the real mccoy try to top this
Fit on me got me dripping like a faucet
Fill my cup up the loud got me coughin
My bad don't really go out too often
Chillin in VIP w the mobsters
F*ck that bitch in the back by the lockers
Hahahaha hold up
Smokin on that good marijuana
I got y'all right where i want ya
I put this shit on my shoulders
Before aint say shit but now they supportin
Cmon wake up smell the coffee
No folgers
I linked w the plug then 12 pulled me over
Got me worried watchin over my shoulders
I'm hot a hunnit degrees like the NOLA
Pussy nigga thought i told ya

Mix it up a lil bit
Fill up my cup and i'm lit
I get money lil bitch
What the f*ck is you talkin bout

Mix it up a lil bit
Fill up my cup and i'm lit
I get money lil bitch
What the f*ck is you talkin bout
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


English

Mix it up a lil bit
Fill up my cup and i'm lit
I get money lil bitch
What the f*ck is you talkin bout

Mix it up a lil bit
Fill up my cup and i'm lit
I get money lil bitch
What the f*ck is you talkin bout

Nah it dont make no sense
But I been poppin ever since
I'm on a mission heaven sent
I need to cop all these chips
I be talkin shit like i'm rich
I could hit the walk through and steal ya bitch
But w you she was playin hard to get
Prolly cause she know that i'm nice w a pen
I want the money i'm rakin it in
Don't got it yet but don't worry i will
Killin these niggas i don't need the steel
I keep shit rollin like my nickname is wheels
Only smoke weed don't pop no pills
I kill these tracks because i got the feels
I got the vibes and i'm always on time
No electrician y'all diggin these lines
Bitch ain't no rushin this here a profession
My streams goin up from a bad lil russian
Hit the beat hard think i'm givin concussions
This here is nothin
My bad for stuntin
I link the plug then i roll up a onion
A lotta things i really wish i could take back in my life
A couple things i really wish i could do twice
But i roll a blunt and then i fly away
And then i think about the brighter days
I told myself we gonna be okay
Now tell me that you get me aye okay
A nigga feelin like a renegade
Chicken wings and fries can't go on dinner dates
Now come here shawty let me penetrate
Aye aye aye

Mix it up a lil bit
Fill up my cup and i'm lit
I get money lil bitch
What the f*ck is you talkin bout

Mix it up a lil bit
Fill up my cup and i'm lit
I get money lil bitch
What the f*ck is you talkin bout

I'm locked in
I'm the real mccoy try to top this
Fit on me got me dripping like a faucet
Fill my cup up the loud got me coughin
My bad don't really go out too often
Chillin in VIP w the mobsters
F*ck that bitch in the back by the lockers
Hahahaha hold up
Smokin on that good marijuana
I got y'all right where i want ya
I put this shit on my shoulders
Before aint say shit but now they supportin
Cmon wake up smell the coffee
No folgers
I linked w the plug then 12 pulled me over
Got me worried watchin over my shoulders
I'm hot a hunnit degrees like the NOLA
Pussy nigga thought i told ya

Mix it up a lil bit
Fill up my cup and i'm lit
I get money lil bitch
What the f*ck is you talkin bout

Mix it up a lil bit
Fill up my cup and i'm lit
I get money lil bitch
What the f*ck is you talkin bout
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: meltice moore
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Back to: Que$t



Que$t - Mix It Up Video
(Show video at the top of the page)

Click here to scroll the video with page

Performed By: Que$t
Language: English
Length: 3:03
Written by: meltice moore
[Correct Info]
Tags:
No tags yet