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foogiano - molly lyrics
yeah, n_gga
huh?
mob?
2020, boy
uh
y’all done f_cked up now, n_gga
ah? yeah
authentic or nothin’
[chorus]
baby mama ain’t sh_t (naw)
she won’t let me see my son (hoe)
but you f_ck with ’em, i’ma pop my gun
p_ssy, ain’t no one on one (rrrah)
n_gga, we come from the slums (mob)
30 rounds, 50 rounds, 100 rounds
yeah, p_ssy boy them drums (drums)
have you prayin’ like a nun (huh?)
i ain’t never been a actor
patrick n_gga with that cappin’ sh_t
we gon’ stomp his ass just like a kappa (uh)
the mayor but she call me masta’ (uh)
got her to the spot, gave that b_tch a perc, now she geekin’ like a banshee (geek)
she couldn’t e’en understand me (ah)
when i told her drop her panties
[verse 1]
448, i get ’em gone (ah)
boy, this a hunned million dolla’ phone
they hit my jack they say they need the strong
boy, you look broke as h_ll, you need a loan?
my n_gga, i’m nice, so you can have a loan (ah)
yo b_tch told me “that was nice” and then we boned (uh)
no time to cuff, a n_gga know i’m gone
trap on the defense, boy, i’m in the zone
ain’t gotta say it, you know how i’m comin’ (uh)
big nuts they hangin’ like a monkey
say he got 50 bags down in the dungeon
boy, i hear take some and he say he bummin’
say he gon’ shoot, well bih what it do? (ah)
i think he bluffin’, n_gga, where the proof?
told you we comin’ and we want the loot
try me, boy, i’ma leave you with no roof
i got that drank, b_tch i got that juice
no, i ain’t bishop, but i keep the tool
lil b_tch, it’s foo, but try me like a fool
i promise ya you won’t make another move
i’m in my groove, yeah, n_gga, i’m back
boy, i heard you been cuffin’ on that nat
that b_tch she l!ck me down until my sack
you got a new name, boy, we call you pat
he want the smoke, well bih what it is?
you know i’m slimy, n_gga, like a eel
know i’ll pop a n_gga like a pill
know i be drankin’ mud straight out the seal
yeah, it’s the mayor and i’m with the mob
yeah, we be trappin’, bih, we don’t do fraud
my trappers they young and layin’ in ya yard, bih
ah?
[chorus]
baby mama ain’t sh_t (naw)
she won’t let me see my son (hoe)
but you f_ck with ’em, i’ma pop my gun
p_ssy, ain’t no one on one (rrrah)
n_gga, we come from the slums (mob)
30 rounds, 50 rounds, 100 rounds
yeah, p_ssy boy them drums (drums)
have you prayin’ like a nun (huh?)
i ain’t never been a actor
patrick n_gga with that cappin’ sh_t
we gon’ stomp his ass just like a kappa (uh)
the mayor but she call me masta’ (uh)
got her to the spot, gave that b_tch a perc, now she geekin’ like a banshee (geek)
she couldn’t e’en understand me (ah)
when i told her drop her panties
[verse 2]
i pop a perc, she know what it is
b_tch, ain’t no talkin’, i ain’t dr. phil
pockets, they fat as h_ll like uncle phil
just like a safety, b_tch, i’m in the field
here come the mayor, b_tch, this ain’t a drill
say that he lookin’ for me, he a meal
b_tch, if you shoot you better shoot to k!ll
i call the demon, he won’t let you live
slim told me “foo, my n_gga, let him live”
swear i can’t let him live, i want them m’s
know when i’m comin’, boy, i come to k!ll
i f_cked yo b_tch because she like my libs
i got ’em mad, ’cause i’m in my bag
yeah, boy, my pockets heavy, gotta sag
and i got glocks that come with extra mags
sauce it be drippin’, yeah that sh_t be sad
he want the smoke, but i bring a cloud
b_tch, ain’t no boxin’, but i’m bringin’ rounds
i’m with the mob, that n_gga won’t be found
i promise you we gon’ come and shut it down
i hit yo b_tch, and i’m on her lips
ask ’em, i get to work and make it flip
i got the power, i can get you dipped
roll up that cookie, n_gga, chocolate chip
he want that pressure, well b_tch make a move
you tryin’ foo? well, n_gga you the fool
i’ll have them gutta babies on ya roof
yo ass gon’ dissapear, lil n_gga, poof!
yeah, b_tch, i’m back, and i’m here to say
even yo b_tch gon’ tell you that i’m great
so when you see me, n_gga, fix ya face
yeah, it’s the mayor, b_tch, i won the race
[chorus]
baby mama ain’t sh_t (naw)
she won’t let me see my son (hoe)
but you f_ck with ’em, i’ma pop my gun
p_ssy, ain’t no one on one (rrrah)
n_gga, we come from the slums (mob)
30 rounds, 50 rounds, 100 rounds
yeah, p_ssy boy them drums (drums)
have you prayin’ like a nun (huh?)
i ain’t never been a actor
patrick n_gga with that cappin’ sh_t
we gon’ stomp his ass just like a kappa (uh)
the mayor but she call me masta’ (uh)
got her to the spot, gave that b_tch a perc, now she geekin’ like a banshee (geek)
she couldn’t e’en understand me (ah)
when i told her drop her panties
this is authentic, n_gga
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