Mixing - Dougie F

I’ve been mixing

I’m fucked up

She can’t handle what’s in my cup

I’ve been mixing

Lighting blunts

Oooh oooh, ooh-ooh

Oh

I’m going up

I’m going, going

I’m going up, (I'm going) UP

I’m going up, (I'm going) going

I’m going up, (I'm going) UP

Yeah, let’s go missing

Let’s find a cut

I got some henny mixed with ciroc in my cup (mix it up!)

Stragg life for my niggas going up (going up!)

I’m tryna fuck, that’s that shit that keep me up, yeah

I’ve been saucy

Can’t keep 'em off me

Tryna fall in love, girl

Think that’s where you lost me

I could pay the price, now

I don’t care what it cost me

Come jump on this dick, girl

If you feeling froggy

I got bitches on me

I can’t get them off me

Niggas wanna be me

That’s another story

I feel like I’m Dej Loaf

Let a nigga try me

Camouflage paper

Looking like an army, aye yeah

Don’t leave me alone oh

There’s something in my cup

That’s why I hit your phone

That’s why I hit your phone

I’ve been mixing

I’m fucked up

She can’t handle what’s in my cup

I’ve been mixing

Lighting blunts

Oooh oooh, ooh-ooh

Oh

I’m going up

I’m going, going

I’m going up, (I'm going) UP

I’m going up, (I'm going) going

I’m going up, (I'm going) UP

Yo

I’m going up

Imma need another cup

I’m tryna cut, girl

You already know what’s up

She saying, that I’m a freak

She calling me a slut, damn

She ain’t complaining when I’m feeling on her butt, damn

Young icy niggas, we don’t give a fuck, no

Twenty bitches, we just pop them in the truck, woah

Shawty keep on asking me about my pockets ('bout my pockets)

Bitch, I’m balling (bitch, I’m balling)

You need to stop it (stop it!)

These niggas hate me

And all these bitches wanna date me

I might invite her to the crib, and let her rate me

If she a 10, I probably might let her have one of my babies

Tell her bring her friend, and they gon ride me

Like a new Mercedes, aw yeah

Don’t leave me alone oh

There’s something in my cup

That’s why I hit your phone

That’s why I hit your phone

I’ve been mixing

I’m fucked up

She can’t handle what’s in my cup

I’ve been mixing

Lighting blunts

Oooh oooh, ooh-ooh

Oh

I’m going up

I’m going, going

I’m going up, (I'm going) UP

I’m going up, (I'm going) going

I’m going up, (I'm going) UP