Lyrical Breakdown of Mixtape (feat. Young Thug & Lil Yachty) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Chance The motherfuckin' rapper

With a capitalized, uh, times, not the times but you know what I'm saying the times Thugger

Lil Boat

Chance

Lil Boat

Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes

I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes

Bad little bitch, wanna know how lips taste

I swear I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes

Bad little bitch, wanna know how the lips taste

All I can hear is the third, ayy

We don't know none of your words, ayy

I love my women real tall, ayy

Type that can really play ball, ayy

You buy my hat at the park, ayy

Think I might really play ball, ayy

I got a link in my bio, my bitch do the salsa like pico de gallo

They gotta ask if they may, Cinco de Mayo

How can they call themselves bosses

When they got so many bosses

You gotta see what your boss say

I get it straight out the faucet

I ain't felt like this since the third drought, third carter drop

Told my momma third grade I'd be in the third Barbershop

And you know momma got real worried when she heard college drop

But now I call the shots

I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes

Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste

I swear I'm the only nigga still cares about mixtapes

Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste

Bad little mama, she gettin' it Obama

She sting like a bumble bee, hot as the sauna

She shine like a Rollie, got that from her momma

Can't see me, can't be me, I'm ridin' like a panda

That booty gon' roll and it's outta control

And these bitches gon' fuck off respect and that loyalty

All my bitches lovin' me and they spoil me

Rub me down with that lotion, baby oil me

Drinking Actavis, baby I'm showin' me

In that choppa I see your perimeter

Change the culture, cause my ring is a solar

Wait one minute I told you

Yeah, I would like to know you

Yeah, you lucky like clovers

Yeah, the clothes no good

Mama I do it, your ass I pursue it

Just look at me baby

I came from the sewers

They love all the slime ball

Like they fuck all these cats on your slime dog

That got me serene like I'm breakin' a bar

And I'm ballin' on you like I'm Chris Paul

I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes

Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste

I swear I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes

Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste

Am I the only one who really care about cover art

Growing up I ain't have my brother cause he said the streets gave him a fresh start

I ain't know what that mean

I bumped heads with my dean

Dropped out and hit the scene

Now I'm stunting like bling

Time and time again they told me no

They told me I wouldn't go

Cause in high school all I cared about was hoes

Well, maybe that shit was my interest

Now I spend more than they make at my dentist

After 1Night the folks thought I was finished

I pin my name to the game like a seamstress

Oh, bitch I bite like a gator

Fuck them reviews that they put in the paper

Did what I wanted, didn't care about a hater

Delivered my tape to the world as a caterer

Oh, they fuck with me cause I'm different

New sound, new appearance

Bitch it's Boat from the 6

Give a fuck about a bitch

Walk out, my hand on my dick, I'm the shit

I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes

Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste

I said am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes

Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste