Unexpected Like A Mixtape Lyrics


Unexpected Like A Mixtape Lyrics By Hott Headzz. Unexpected like a mixtape Catch you at your crib, if you’re reading this, it’s too late (Hmmm) Point a choppa at a ni^^a Now he runnin’ like a track race (Hmmm).

Unexpected Like A Mixtape Lyrics

(Hmmm)Squad, squad, squad(Hmmm)

Unexpected like a mixtapeCatch you at your crib, if you’re reading this, it’s too late (Hmmm)Point a choppa at a ni^^aNow he runnin’ like a track race (Hmmm)Catch a ni^^a while he waiting on his dinner, cut his head offLeave his a^s with a full plate (Hmmm)ni^^a talkin’ sh^t, put the metal to his mouthNow I call his a^s brace face (Hmmm)Unexpected like a mixtapeCatch you at your crib, if you’re reading this, it’s too late(Hmmm)Point a choppa at a ni^^aNow he runnin’ like a track race (Hmmm)Catch a ni^^a while he waiting on his dinner, cut his head offLeave his a^s with a full plate (Hmmm)ni^^a talkin’ sh^t, put the metal to his mouthNow I call his a^s brace face (Hmmm)

And your b^^ch up for grabs like a sweepstakesI’ma eat her a^s like a cheesecake (Hmmm)

Now we back to my placeBust on her face, wit’ my nut like a toothpaste(Hmmm)Straight up at his crib like it’s Home AloneMac up to his face you would think he had a lipstick on (Hmmm)

Price on his head, hella ice like a sledMake a ni^^a freeze up like Frozone (Hmmm)

Put the chrome to a ni^^a domeNow his a^s stuck like he need a couple chromosomes (Hmmm)

I’m at your door like a ding dongI’ll serve you like ping pong (Hmmm)

And your b^^ch say my name like I’m Mike JonesI’ma eat her a^s like some neck bones (Hmmm)

Choppa ring like a telephoneShoot him in his stomach, you would think a ni^^a belly gone (Hmmm)

Say I rap like a sing-alongAnd they got it playing on they phone like a ringtone (Hmmm)

Big d^^k, King KongTake her to the crib then I put the whole team onHmmmI just got some cash on the flip sh^tBought your b^^ch some Toms, so she’s playing for the Patriots (Hmmm)

Always first, never second, I’m a god, in the heavensWhen I die, I’m a legend, on my Drake sh^t (Hmmm)

Pull up on yo block with a banana clipIf a ni^^a lackin’ I’ma turn him to banana split (Hmmm)

I ch-ch-ch-chop sh^tBody up in pieces, pick it up with some chopsticks (Hmmm)

Pull up to the scene with a fat b^^chAnd you know I’m finna eat her a^s like some catfish (Hmmm)

I pull up like “Skrrrt!”Peep out the window, then I had to pop sh^t (Hmmm)

Like Herbo we kill sh^tWe gonna f^^k around, crack your b^^ch like a base hit (Hmmm)

I could turn your b^^ch, my b^^chShorty outta hand, f^^k around and Ray Rice sh^tHmmmChannel 9 pronounced him deadLaid him under bodies like a mattress on a bed (Hmmm)

Catch a ni^^a try to run, shoot him in his sideMake him do the stanky leg (Hmmm)

If you lackin’, then you deadFace shots, push ya eyeballs back to ya head (Hmmm)

ni^^as think it’s sweet ’til his blood shedNow he not responding to nobody like his phone dead (Hmmm)

I ain’t even going for his headChest shots, leakin’ out like he standing for the pledge (Hmmm)

Got a bad b^^ch layin’ in my bedWatching Spongebob while she gives me fantastic head (Hmmm)

Got your girl in the back seat, sweating like an athleteNow she on top like a bunk bed (Hmmm)

Guns pointed at his headCall his a^s Ebola, how a pussy ni^^a spread (Hmmm)

Four ni^^as got the whole world doing itGot ni^^as teed up like a body on a crucifix (Hmmm)

Me and my squad we up in this b^^chni^^a talking sh^t, we act a fool like Ludacris (Hmmm)

With your b^^ch making movie clipsSlide in her crib eat her a^s like tuna fish (Hmmm)

I come through shooting sh^tBodies dropping, have a U-Haul come and move the sh^t (Hmmm)

Shooters acting crazy like some lunaticsUzi spitFill a ni^^a up, his medulla splitWho is this?ni^^a, we not new to thisTrue to thisPaasing hoes to my brosWe be alley-oopin’ sh^t(Hmmm)

Turn up, turn up (Runnin’ to the money, ayy)Running to the moneyY’all know how we comin’ man (Runnin’ to the money)We be running, man, to the money man (Runnin’ to the money)Runnin’ to the money, (Gang!) runnin’ to the money (Turn up, turn up, turn up, huh)Hell naw, take that sh^t out! Take that sh^t out! Yo, muscle head a^s!Brick head a^s boy

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