Wiz Khalifa Featuring Juju Gotti – Mismatch (Remix) Lyrics

(Intro)
Couldn’t be easier
Couldn’t be easier
Couldn’t be easier
Couldn’t be easier

(Chorus – Juju Gotti & Wiz Khalifa)
F**k ni**a better watch your tongue
All that talking, I ain’t with that
No, no
All that s**t on your song
Worldstar, you ain’t never did that
No, no
Your hoe don’t wanna go home
All in her stomach like a six pack
No, no
Been killing these ni**as so long
This s**t feeling like a mismatch
F**k ni**a better watch your tongue
All that talking, I ain’t with that
No, no
All that sh*t on your song
Worldstar, you ain’t never did that
No, no
Your hoe don’t wanna go home
All in her stomach like a six pack
No, no
Been killing these ni**as so long
This sh*t feeling like a mismatch

(Verse 1 – Wiz Khalifa)
You would think I speak another language
Ni**as just don’t understand it
I done took shots for the cameras
I done ducked shots when they came for us
It was just me and my ni**a
Wasn’t nobody else riding
Let a ni**a find bodies killer
He gon put one up inside him
And my eyes still low
Ain’t s**t change, on my grind still, bro
Got a Summer full of shows
And a phone full of hoes
Cause my life kinda ideal, yo
Ain’t the one you wanna try here
You just a rookie in the game and you looking at the top tier
And my ni**as got no fear
You ain’t got enough ni**as so you don’t go nowhere
I got a crib out in California
I got a three year old kid so I live out in California
But s**t’s real out in California
You take a loss, ayy, that’s just how it is out in California
But anywhere ni**as run up on ya
You better watch yourself, you beat and got yourself
They gon catch you out of bounds where you not yourself
Be a lesson that you learn, you don’t taught yourself
The f**k ni**as running they mouth
The real ones out getting paper
I’mma hit the studio now
Then go f**k a bi**h later
Bad b*tch from down south
Cook food with hella good flavor
I’mma get money in pounds
I ain’t got time to go savor

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2 – Juju Gotti)
F**k ni**as stop dapping me out
Unless you talking bout the money
You a dumb ni**a and you soft
Please stay the f**k from around me
A motherf**king lame ni**a make me sick
So go f**k you and your homies
Talking cheaper than a bi**h
If you a real ni**a, gotta show me
Back when I didn’t have s**It
Ni**as acted like they didn’t know me
I was sleeping outside by the ditch
All of my partner got phony
Everybody stopped answering they phone
Ni**a that s**t was so lonely
I was scraping on one-twenty-fours
For a little pack of Bologna
Now I got the chips with the dip
And now these bi**hes back on me
Throwing hundreds in the air like whip
Cut a ni**a’s throat like Tony
If you ain’t talking bout no money
Ni**a turn down your convo
Kush got me like a mummy
Got my shirt on like Tonto

(Repeat Chorus)