Mine in Thiz

Lyrics

[Hook: Royce da 5'9" & Mr. Porter] Boy, I done warned you I don't give a fuck, I do what I wan' do Better listen up close nigga, don't trip Your heat's in the car, mine's in this bitch [Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] I pull up clean, manners of a gentleman Trigger man, etiquette, one felony away from a predicate That Patrón's my medicine, them stones glowing Like they owned by Edison, I am on my better than Everybody tip, walk up in the club make Everybody strip, everybody get... the fuck down This a, brrp, stick up But I don't want no money, I want your... liquor I'm a homicidal maniac, I know Clip full of hollows, models swallow, gobble Smoke mad lala, stretch you out So bad, you'll be able to kiss your own ass, bye-bye [Hook: Mr. Porter] No boy, I done warned you I don't give a fuck, I do what I wan' do Better listen up close nigga, don't trip Your heat's in the car, mine's in this bitch Mine's in this bitch, mine's in this bitch Better listen up close nigga, don't trip Your heat's in the car, mine's in this bitch [Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"] What the fuck do you mean That I can't fuck bitch? Fuck this, I've been dope, flashy But I don't mean my money, I mean I'm nude under a trench coat I put the wreck in reckless, the 'sult in insult When you fuck bitches, they be like, "Uh!" When I fuck bitches, they be like, "Ahhhh!" I'm a fucking rapist, atheist, say yes, say no KO, ayo, I'm a piranha, my pen is in the condom And you are vagina, your flow is and ah, kinda So you can blow my anaconda Treacherous methods, respect my grammar conduct Oh, I made you look Insane sixteens and crazy hooks I will fuck up prostitute raw 'fore I fall Follow me like I'm Allahu Akbar (Rock star!) [Hook: Mr. Porter] No boy, I done warned you I don't give a fuck, I do what I wan' do Better listen up close nigga, don't trip Your heat's in the car, mine's in this bitch Mine's in this bitch, mine's in this bitch Better listen up close nigga, don't trip Your heat's in the car, mine's in this bitch [Bridge: Mr. Porter] You wanna see where the stars is at? We over here, where the bottles at? You want a problem, I'm all for that 'Cause you won't make it to the car for that Now whoa [Interlude: Royce da 5'9"] You are now dealing with the biggest criminal in the world Welcome to Gotham City, it's a Dark Knight [Verse 3: Royce da 5'9"] What the fuck do you mean, that I ain't in shape? Go bag Nelly I go and get me a fat bitch, we gon' slap bellies I keep a box of rubbers, cock, I got ya covered That's right, I talk to my cock often like, "Cock, they love ya" Ha-ha, I walk the block with a oven but not your mother's I'm talking 'bout the other, by the way, your mother I'm terrific, I'm the president, I'm Obama-rific Make up my own words, I'm the shit-ic [Hook: Mr. Porter] No boy, I done warned you I don't give a fuck, I do what I wan' do Better listen up close nigga, don't trip Your heat's in the car, mine's in this bitch Mine's in this bitch, mine's in this bitch Better listen up close nigga, don't trip Your heat's in the car, mine's in this bitch