The tune “Mixy” is taken from Quavo’s most recent album.
The brand-new, outstanding Record “Mixy.” Takeoff and Summer Walker are featured.
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Yeah, yeah, yeahOh, oh, oh(Murda on the beat so it’s not nice)
How you in the mix, but not mixy? (Ooh-ooh, yeah)How you count your blessings and don’t mention me? (How you count your blessings? Yeah)How many times I told you, “Fix your energy”? (I told you)When all the love is gone, then it’s for the streets (streets)Yeah, it’ll be written in stone if it’s meant to be (on God, yeah)I put on my chains on top of links (ice, yeah)I put all my tings in the same room (same room)Link ’em all together, then they plot on me (they plot, ooh)If you want each other, I won’t blame you (won’t blame, won’t blame you)How you count your blessings and don’t mention me? (Ooh)That’s on God (ooh)How you in the mix, but not mixy? (Yeah)When the love is all gone, then it’s for the streets (ooh)Pick up my phone and ignore the tweets (yeah, yeah)
Let’s roll
I ain’t mixy, it get trickyHavin’ a couple up in my mixyDoin’ too much, stay in my businessTryna recover when niggas ain’t shitGet this, get thisI’ve been on a wave, I’m lit, I’m richLove it how you stack your Cubans up, that’s dripBut like it when you oddsBaby, I been movin’ coldJust picked up the phoneIt’s another night I ain’t spendin’ alone (no)It’s another night I won’t spend with PatrónGuess another night turned my heart into chrome
See I been in the mix, but not mixyHow you count your blessings and don’t mention me? (Ooh)Said a million times, “Fix your energy”? (No cap, ooh)Fix your energy, yeah
Mmm, yeahWhen the love is all gone, then it’s for the streets (oh, oh)Pick up my phone and ignore the tweets (yeah, yeah, yeah)(Yeah, oh-woah)
Mixin’ up locations, I just bought it, I don’t do leasesWe be mix-matchin’ APs, matchin’ Van Cleef pieces (matchin’)We gon’ get nasty, talk greezy when we know we don’t mean it (uh-uh)Mixin’ your feelings with your business, baby, tryna get even (damn)Ain’t got a pack now, but you goin’ I don’t know where, but you leavin’ (yeah)You so smart, life is hard but the streets say you easy (streets)Look at my contacts, pick your number (brrt), press the button and delete it (gone)‘Cause this messy mixy shit done got too high for my reachin’ (high)Look at this over-exaggeratin’ lame nigga, he reachin’ (lame)Patek say that I got time, baby, give me a reason (just one)Count your blessings and thank God and me when you speak or mention (God)It’s been a minute, but I promise I got no bad intentions (none)That pussy mine, and when you say it’s over, we never finish (you know that)That’s my shit (mine), that’s my bad lil’ bitch (bitch)Put that shit on, she lit (lit)Don’t pick up the phone, she throwin’ a fit (brrt)She like to go shop at Prada and RickShe want relations, that’s a riskI just might scratch her name off the list (scratch)‘Cause she too mixy (mixy)
How you gon’ act like I ain’t no blessing?When I taught you all the lessons?How you count your blessings, don’t mention me? YeahSee that’s your problem right thereHow you in the mix and not mixy?You got too much motion now, you’re blindWhen the love is all goneWhen the love is all gone, then it’s for the streets
