Mixed Personalities (Original Version)

[Intro] Ayy, yeah (YNW), yeah (Forever, yeah) YNW Forever I think I got mixed personalities, I-I-I, (I-I-I) This bitch switched up my whole mentality, ohh-ohh [Chorus] I think I got mixed personalities This bitch switched up my whole mentality This bitch, she got mixed personalities ('Onalities) One day she happy, then she mad at me [Post-Chorus] Say you want someone that'll love you Someone who could please you Someone who can kiss on and rub you Fuck you like this, fuck you like that [Verse 1] This bitch, I swear that she be trippin', dawg One day she bleedin', then she Crippin', dawg She suck the dick and then she lick the balls She readin' texts and tryna smell my vault This lil' bitch, she trippin', this lil' bitch, she crazy She wants all the clique 'cause she wanna have my babies But you got have the whole YNW, baby We strapped up and got Glocks just like the Navy I'm a young nigga, but, bitch, you my old lady She gon' ride the dick like a foreign Mercedes In Orlando, we crashin' a Mercedes Bitch in the back and she, ah She gon' suck my dick just like some hot [?] mixed with honey Bitch, you funny, I might fuck with you in a minute (Nah, for real) Ooh, can't say her name These bitches just fuck for the fame, huh She say I don't know the game [Chorus] I think I got mixed personalities This bitch switched up my whole mentality This bitch, she got mixed personalities One day she happy, then she mad at me (Mad at me) [Post-Chorus] Say you want someone that'll love you Someone who could please you Someone who can kiss on and rub you Fuck you like this, fuck you like that [Verse 2] Fuck her like this (Ooh), fuck her like that (Ooh) She liked it from the front (Ooh), now she like it from the back [?] she gon' [?] I don't give no fuck about my baby, ain't gon' lie She gon' get it in, ooh, [?] 'Bout this dick, I swear that she gon' catch a homicide If I don't give her D, she gon' commit a suicide (Kill yourself bitch) Baby, suck this dick and fuck my clique, it's do or die (fuck my guy) Gimme the money, but gimme the racks (gimmie the racks) We got sauce, sauce, sauce, yeah, racks I'm talkin' racks (Drip), I'm talkin' racks (Drip) I keep the gat on my hip (yea), I keep the nut on her lip (yea) Ooh, bitch, you better not try to wipe it off These niggas sleep, I think they must've drank a Tylenol All of my niggas be ttyin' My nigga, he finna be tried and hung Free my slime, yeah, free my dawg Free my, yeah, let 'em out, yeah I fucked you bitch, then knocked you off The bank [?] [Chorus] I think I got mixed personalities This bitch switched up my whole mentality This bitch, she got mixed personalities One day she happy, then she mad at me (Mad at me) [Post-Chorus] Say you want someone that'll love you Someone who could please you Someone who can kiss on and rub you Fuck you like this, fuck you like that [Outro] I think I got mixed personalities One day she happy then she mad at me This bitch, she got mixed personalities She got me stressin', singin' melodies on Live