[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
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