Dougie F - Mixing lyrics

(That's where the motherf**ing ba** at!) [Chorus: Dougie F] I've been mixing I'm f**ed up She can't handle what's in my cup I've been mixing Lighting blunts Oooh oooh, ooh-ooh [Hook: Dougie F] Oh I'm going up I'm going, going I'm going up, (I'm going) UP I'm going up, (I'm going) going I'm going up, (I'm going) UP [Verse 1: Douie F] Yeah, let's go missing Let's find a cut I got some henny mixed with ciroc in my cup (mix it up!) Stragg life for my n***as going up (going up!) I'm tryna f**, that's that sh** that keep me up, yeah I've been saucy Can't keep 'em off me Tryna fall in love, girl Think that's where you lost me I could pay the price, now I don't care what it cost me Come jump on this dick, girl If you feeling froggy I got b**hes on me I can't get them off me n***as wanna be me That's another story I feel like I'm Dej Loaf Let a n***a try me Camouflage paper Looking like an army, aye yeah [Pre-Chorus: Dougie F] Don't leave me alone oh There's something in my cup That's why I hit your phone That's why I hit your phone [Chorus: Dougie F] I've been mixing I'm f**ed up She can't handle what's in my cup I've been mixing Lighting blunts Oooh oooh, ooh-ooh [Hook: Dougie F] Oh I'm going up I'm going, going I'm going up, (I'm going) UP I'm going up, (I'm going) going I'm going up, (I'm going) UP [Verse 2: Soho Dice] Yo I'm going up Imma need another cup I'm tryna cut, girl You already know what's up She saying, that I'm a freak She calling me a s*ut, damn She ain't complaining when I'm feeling on her bu*t, damn Young icy n***as, we don't give a f**, no Twenty b**hes, we just pop them in the truck,woah Shawty keep on asking me about my pockets ('bout my pockets) b**h, I'm balling (b**h, I'm balling) You need to stop it (stop it!) These n***as hate me And all these b**hes wanna date me I might invite her to the crib, and let her rate me If she a 10, I probably might let her have one of my babies Tell her bring her friend, and they gon ride me Like a new Mercedes, aw yeah [Pre-Chorus: Dougie F] Don't leave me alone oh There's something in my cup That's why I hit your phone That's why I hit your phone [Chorus: Dougie F] I've been mixing I'm f**ed up She can't handle what's in my cup I've been mixing Lighting blunts Oooh oooh, ooh-ooh [Hook: Dougie F] Oh I'm going up I'm going, going I'm going up, (I'm going) UP I'm going up, (I'm going) going I'm going up, (I'm going) UP