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lost ya mind - wizz havinn & baby mel lyrics

[intro: wizz havinn]
yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
n*gga, hold your wrist up (ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy)
uh (wop)
uh, uh (n*gga, n*gga, uh)

[chorus: wizz havinn]
you got it out the mud, n*gga, hold your wrist up (hold your wrist up)
this boy done lost his mind tryna beat the b*tch up (what the f*ck?)
some n*ggas changed on me, cropped ’em out the picture (i got ’em from ’round me)
i’m still that same youngin, my bag just got bigger (i’m just up, n*gga)
them n*ggas havin’ money, but me and gang litter (way litter)
bad b*tch gon’ bust it for me, let me and gang hit her (the whole gang)
spent racks on a ‘fit just so i could take pictures (yeah, yeah)
i can’t feel sh*t, poppin’ paink!llers (the f*ck?)

[verse 1: wizz havinn]
plain janе cubans, way more than a kilo (way more than a kilo)
i ain’t up? you must be stupid, havе a chip just like doritos (have a chip)
catch my l!ck, that’s ‘mando, bustin’ out the bando like the migos (just like the migos)
ain’t sh*t i can’t handle, put it in my hands, bro, it’ll be gone (pew, pew)
i ain’t got no time, all this money, it got me tied up (it got me)
this b*tch lookin’ fine on the ‘gram, i’m finna slide up (i’m finna shoot her a—)
n*gga mention my name in a song, he gettin’ fired up (baow, baow)
come through the hood in somethin’ foreign, everybody lookin’ when i’m ridin’ out (when i’m ridin’ out)
[chorus: wizz havinn & baby mel]
you got it out the mud, n*gga, hold your wrist up (hold your wrist up)
this boy done lost his mind tryna beat the b*tch up (what the f*ck?)
some n*ggas changed on me, cropped ’em out the picture (i got ’em from ’round me)
i’m still that same youngin, my bag just got bigger (it just got bigger)
them n*ggas havin’ money, but me and gang litter (way litter)
bad b*tch gon’ bust it for me, let me and gang hit her (whole gang)
spent racks on a ‘fit just so i could take pictures (just so i could snap it up)
i can’t feel sh*t, poppin’ paink!llers (what the f*ck? yeah)

[verse 2: baby mel]
soon as i thought this sh*t was over (was over), this sh*t done got realer (got realer)
i was just off in the field (the field), sendin’ shots off dribble (off dribble)
that lil’ p*ssy bustin’, lil’ baby (lil’ baby), know i had to tip her (i had to)
i’m a gangster standin’ on the business (the business), youngin got no filter (lil’ b*tch)
racks bustin’ out my pants (my pants)
what i come from, you wouldn’t understand (won’t understand)
ain’t tryna kick it with no n*gga (no n*gga)
mind ain’t on no bullsh*t, but i’m runnin’ ’round with some k!llers (you dig?)
some lil’ bad sh*t just came through (came through), you know i probably flipped her (you dig?)
uh, dogged the b*tch, then sent her home (sent her home), she a dog without no bone (without no bone)
free my pits from down the road (down the road), i’m with ’em right or wrong (lil’ b*tch)
i was a gangster in real life before i ever dropped a song (real life, yeah)
still a gangster, split your hat, mix up the drip, i put it on (put it on)

[chorus: wizz havinn]
you got it out the mud, n*gga, hold your wrist up (hold your wrist up)
this boy done lost his mind tryna beat the b*tch up (what the f*ck?)
some n*ggas changed on me, cropped ’em out the picture (cropped ’em out the picture)
i’m still that same youngin, my bag just got bigger (it just got bigger)
them n*ggas havin’ money, but me and gang litter (way litter)
bad b*tch gon’ bust it for me, let me and gang hit her (whole gang)
spent racks on a ‘fit just so i could take pictures (so i can snap it up)
i can’t feel sh*t, poppin’ paink!llers (uh, uh)
[outro: wizz havinn]
n*gga, uh, uh
got it out the mud, n*gga, hold your wrist up
uh, d*mn
that boy done lost his mind tryna beat the b*tch up
that’s a d*mn shame

- wizz havinn baby mel lyrics

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