Have you ever met a nigga who was pie There's a lot of slinky niggas where I come There's another missile catcher just him His name is Bade, Mitchell Bade
What up Is it an everyday thang for you to act just like a bitch? How does it feel, to a nigga that will kill ya for the foul shit you spit? Number one snitch, a bitch a dick I found the remedy for the enemy What? Bust at the nigga like shootin' at the 'Cause Mitch Bade really no friend of me To be exact, he's that nigga that talk, but he really back shit that he talk, so he gotta walk around with a gat But a like me, I'll knock him out with the force of a hurricane The penalty for the path if you the game
Now what on inside the mind of a nigga like this? The nigga pissed as I pumped off four up in the trick he was with But it ain't my fault you a little ole' without yo click Nigga run with a get away quick, but you bet not slip Better of with a then be stuck with a AK 47 on your lip, right Even if I'm lifted I can em' from a mile away Niggas fakin' like they domes day but I can see you actin' like a bitch Which are the symptoms of a named Mitch
Have you ever met a nigga who was pie There's a lot of slinkin' niggas where I come another missile catcher just like him His name is Bade, Mitch Bade, Mitchell Bade, Mitch Bade If a Mitch is yo mix, you best's ta check one And get ret to go for Milli, the next one come If a nigga got a off in his rectum His name is Mitchell Bade, Bade, Mitchell Bade, Mitch Bade
Late night I got a page from She told me her man was trippen, so swoop her bout a up So I um, got prepared, my conscience me grab the gat But all I could about, was hittin that kitty kat from the back All about that hustle, but I gosta kick it Deep conversation, but it's her first time a nigga hit it But I'm not alone, it this nigga was on the phone He heard the spot, the topic, whicked whicked, now on
As I continue, creepin', creepin' it's apparent I'm dealin with a Mitch Bade, I guess that's why he keeps on staring But I'm well equiped to a fleet, so nigga don't think I'm sleep, we can like men or we can get grim And handle this And the streets, don't ever trust no coch when, a nigga like me is rollin up your block Bitch Made nigga see that you was played So we just changed your name and called you Bade, Mitch Bade
Have you met a nigga who was pie sprung? There's alot of niggas where I come from There's another missile just like him His name is Mitchell Bade, Bade, Mitchell Bade, Mitch Bade If a Mitch is yo mix, you best's ta check one And get ret to go for Milli, when the one come If a nigga got a foot off in his His name is Mitchell Bade, Bade, Mitchell Bade, Mitch Bade
Cruisin' down the 'spect with five roll roll Passenger seat seat, Sunday the Hoe Went to park with loot, dippen up on bitches But the Mitch is ready to shoot, peep But it ain't complete, the day is without a big butt and smile I need a chick that's running wet like Fury of the Bumped into, stepped into, this that's thick and photo genic In a minute, I'ma get up in it, with a jimmy to that AIDS epedemic
Get it, got it, in the hood, shit's all good, so I knocked on wood Got to her crib, some crown, laid me down, showed me the goods Then, knock, "Who's that?" she said her man and he might Be strapped with a gat, put back on my shit, time to this fool Just it's at, ret to get wet, she opened it up enough so I can see She cracked it a bit, but that nigga pushed her, then after me Extended arm, and harm he shoulda caught trigga, chiggas Bitch bade, Mitch niggas!
Have you ever met a who was pie sprung? There's of slinkin' niggas where I come from another missile catcher just like him His name is Mitchell Bade, Mitch Bade, Mitchell Bade, Mitch If a Mitch is yo mix, you best's ta check one And get ret to go for Milli, when the one come If a nigga got a off in his rectum His name is Mitchell Bade, Mitch Bade, Mitchell Bade, Mitch
Bade, Mitchell Bade Mitch Bade, Bade Mitch Bade, Mitchell Mitch Bade, Bade