Yeat – Mixed Emotions Lyrics

Mixed Emotions

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"Mixed Emotions." - Yeat

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 03:28 am

Album: Different Creature

Track No: 03

Hoe, let's get it, oh
Hoe, let-, yeah
Hoe, let's get it, hoe (Hoe)
Hoe, let's get it, hoe (Woah, woah)
Hoe, let's get it, oh (Oh)
Oh, let's get it (Hoe, let's get it)
All I smoke is strong, not no midget (Oh)
They turn my music on, nah, I can't hear no more crickets, no
I flip the bag with the- bag with the racks
Y'all smokin' on mini-me, yeah, that cancer
My diamonds, they jumpin', they flyin' like prancer (Hoe)
Asking you a question, now it's late to answеr (Yeah)
Her ass so fat, exotic dancеr
Boy, you a baby, just put on your Pamper
We got the woods and it's always been lit like a candle
How can you handle?
I had to got get my my bands up
I match the Goyard with the big body truck (Skrrt)
I pop me a Tesla, now it's really up
They just switched up on us, now it's just us
A whole lotta money, that's what I deserve
I told 'em I'm next, so fuck what you heard
I came for the bag, I know this shit hurt
You can't steal my swag, yeah, it's not from Earth
I got a ten on the whip
Yeah, I got a bet on the win (Hold on)
They just wanna suck this dick (Hold on)
His ass gon' land like a bitch
Perc, I'm feelin' this shit
Yeah, this penthouse the shit
I'm high as fuck like the sky and the blimp
Just talked with my bro, told him send me the zip
I'm very elegant, I'm rockin' silk
I cummed in her mouth and she thought it was milk
Not like the pickle, but what is the deal?
I think for myself, I don't care how you feel
I'm so high, I don't know if this shit is real
I think it's the time that I crack me a seal
I slip it up just like a banana peel
I know you so fake, but just tell me the spiel
Laid it in cash, with a rack in the hills
Jumpin', hold it, like Jumpman
Throw the ball, no pump fake
Now my wrist on a lake
I run the bag, I'm not goin' out sad
You heard what I said, no mistake what I say
Never been broke 'cause I'm always on plays
Breakin' the seal like a muhfuckin' vase
Shock in the tap and it hit like a taser
I broke my new phone so I'm getting a case
I talk how I live and I do what I say
Whole gang goin' up, so you run out of space
A hunnid bands, yeah, what I made today
You know that you broke
And you didn't make shit today
I know that I'm smart with my guap
'Cause I'm stackin' my chips on my wrist
Yeah, my Frito Lays, huh?
Hoe, let's get it, hoe (Hoe)
Hoe, let's get it, hoe (Woah, woah)
Hoe, let's get it, oh (Oh)
Oh, let's get it (Hoe, let's get it)
All I smoke is strong, not no midget (Oh)
They turn my music on, nah, I can't hear no more crickets, no
I flip the bag with the- bag with the racks
Y'all smokin' on mini-me, yeah, that cancer
My diamonds, they jumpin', they flyin' like prancer (Hoe)
Asking you a question, now it's late to answer (Yeah)
Her ass so fat, exotic dancer
Boy, you a baby, just put on your Pamper
We got the woods and it's always been lit like a candle
How can you handle?

Writer(s): Noah Smith.

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