Farrah Mechael - Mystic Blue Lyrics

You can tell that bitch to fall back, no cap
You can tell that bitch to fall back, no cap
You can tell that bitch to fall back, no cap
You can tell that bitch to fall back, no cap
He say he gon' come through and scoop me
Up in his brand new coupe, around two
He say I belong in a movie
Well baby get your camera and shoot me
They tell me stay away cuz he's a dope boy
He's everything a bitch could ever hope for
He likes to take me shopping in the gold store
And now my wrist is looking like the Cold War
In the summertime, mystic blue
He's my one, I'm his two
You got me, I got you
I be blessing all these hoes like achoo
He don't really be on bitches like that
'Cause every time I hit him up, he call right back
I talk that crazy shit, I'm off that loud pack
So you could tell that bitch to fall back, no cap
In the summertime, mystic blue
He's my one, I'm his two
You got me, I got you
I be blessing all these hoes like achoo
He don't really be on bitches like that
'Cause every time I hit him up, he call right back
I talk that crazy shit, I'm off that loud pack
So you could tell that bitch to fall back, no cap
When, when am I gonna see you again
Talking 'bout what you gon' do to me
When you gon' do it then
Talk shit, I like that
What you do to me I do it right back
They looking like they're tryna get their sight back
No chill, ice pack

You can tell that bitch to fall back, no cap
You can tell that bitch to fall back, no cap
You can tell that bitch to fall back, no cap
You can tell that bitch to fall back, no cap
He say he gon' come through and scoop me
Up in his brand new coupe, around two
He say I belong in a movie
Well baby get your camera and shoot me
They tell me stay away cuz he's a dope boy
He's everything a bitch could ever hope for
He likes to take me shopping in the gold store
And now my wrist is looking like the Cold War
In the summertime, mystic blue
He's my one, I'm his two
You got me, I got you
I be blessing all these hoes like achoo
He don't really be on bitches like that
'Cause every time I hit him up, he call right back
I talk that crazy shit, I'm off that loud pack
So you could tell that bitch to fall back, no cap
In the summertime, mystic blue
He's my one, I'm his two
You got me, I got you
I be blessing all these hoes like achoo
He don't really be on bitches like that
'Cause every time I hit him up, he call right back
I talk that crazy shit, I'm off that loud pack
So you could tell that bitch to fall back, no cap
When, when am I gonna see you again
Talking 'bout what you gon' do to me
When you gon' do it then
Talk shit, I like that
What you do to me I do it right back
They looking like they're tryna get their sight back
No chill, ice pack