Mixed Personalities (Original Version) lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, yeah (YNW), yeah (Forever, yeah)
YNW Forever
I think I got mixed personalities, I-I-I, (I-I-I)
This b*tch switched up my whole mentality, ohh-ohh

[Chorus]
I think I got mixed personalities
This b*tch switched up my whole mentality
This b*tch, 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
f*ck you like this, f*ck you like that

[Verse 1]
This b*tch, I swear that she be trippin', dawg
One day she bleedin', then she Crippin', dawg
She suck the di*k and then she lick the balls
She readin' texts and tryna smell my vault
This lil' b*tch, she trippin', this lil' b*tch, 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 n*gga, but, b*tch, you my old lady
She gon' ride the di*k like a foreign Mercedes
In Orlando, we crashin' a Mercedes
b*tch in the back and she, ah
She gon' suck my di*k just like some hot [?]
b*tch, you funny, I might f*ck with you in a minute (Nah, for real)
Ooh, an't say her name
These b*tches just f*ck for the fame, huh
She say I don't know the game
[Chorus]
I think I got mixed personalities
This b*tch switched up my whole mentality
This b*tch, 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
f*ck you like this, f*ck you like that

[Verse 2]
f*ck her like this (Ooh), f*ck 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 f*ck about my baby, ain't gon' lie
She gon' get it in, ooh, [?]
But this b*tch, I swear that she gon' catch a homicide
If I don't give her D, she gon' commit a suicide (Kill yourself b*tch)
Baby, suck this di*k and f*ck my clique, it's do or die
Gimme the money, but gimme 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, I keep the nut on her lip
Ooh, b*tch, you better not try to wipe it off
These n*ggas sleep, I think they must've drank a Tylenol
All of my n*ggas be ttyin'
My n*gga, he finna be tried and hung
Free my slime, yeah, free my dawg
Free my, yeah, let 'em out, yeah
I f*cked you b*tch, then knocked you off
The bank [?]
[Chorus]
I think I got mixed personalities
This b*tch switched up my whole mentality
This b*tch, 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
f*ck you like this, f*ck you like that

[Outro]
I think I got mixed personalities
One day she happy then she mad at me
This b*tch, she got mixed personalities
She got me stressin', singin' melodies on Live