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The Cool Kids - IN THE MIX lyrics

Artist: The Cool Kids

album: BEFORE SHIT GOT WEIRD


Check, ayy (it-it-it in the mix)
It's in the mix, cake better, better stack it 'fore you flip
'Boutta dip, kick crispy like a classic bag of chips
All of that, I need it quick, but take your time, do it right
A magic trick is only if the hand is quicker than the eye (it-it-it in the mix)
You heard what the man said
Put your cheese together like sandwich bread
With the sauce on it, they just looping and you talking over it
With the cold butter, spread love like grandmothers
Niggas know better (you know better)
It's in the mix, it's in the mix, right
It's in the mix, it's in the mix, right
It's in the mix, we finna whip, right
It's in the mix, that's in the mix, yeah
Yeah, slide with me for a minute, let's ride
Looking at the rollie, it's about that time
Checkered flag wave when we cross that line
Our whip look nice, but I'm not that kind
Let me get a little recap on this shit
It's all about money and ownership
Caught a Brett Favre brick from the zone and shit
Might crash the economy over this
These niggas is soft serve
I got folks coming off my nerves, we just different
You ain't gang, maintain your distance
If not, I break down like I was on the Pistons
Open your bag, let's break some bread
Chuck got a little bad thing braiding his hair
We work hard, break hard, she taking them Ms
Trying to take something from me, that's taking chance
You ain't making it man, you ain't Megaman
Oh, you was sitting down, but you finna stand
You wit' your man smoked out in a minivan
Stood there and got clipped when you could've ran
You another monkey in the middle, you a middle man
Cannon make a real loud sound like a metal band
Yeah, you know I'm good with the hands like the weatherman
Yeah
It's in the mix, it's in the mix, right
It's in the mix, it's in the mix right
It's in the mix, we finna whip, right
It's in the mix, that's in the mix
Purple gelato with the cookie dough
Guy Fieri with the cooking show
Your shorty corny 'cause she hit the whoa
I'm Paul Pierce at the stripper show
5:30 in them traffic jams
A Perc 30 in a rapper's hand
A fraud nigga in a Louis belt
That marble ride with the tuna melt, yeah
Bowling ball in that candy paint
Girl your Forces dirty, we could never date
Reverse stir it with the butter base
Put the right amount of sugar in that Kool-Aid
Nigga, get with it
We bringing you on into the temps, and we are all doing okay
Whoa, 750 degrees in Gila Bend right now
And 1,270 in Ahwatukee
I-I'm not authorized to evacuate Ahwatukee
But this temperature seems pretty high
(It-it-it in the mix)

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