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mo p. (stl) - clear tha street lyrics

[intro]

sh_t you seen that n_gga
da f_ck he on (da f_ck)
i don’t know what the f_ck he got going (on mama)
but that n_gga is hot
ain’t know why (ain’t sh_t n_gga)
(come find it n_gga)
[?] up
(don’t go here n_gga)
say no more
so don’t know who the f_ck i’m talking to
dude

[verse]

i clear the street (i clear the street)
hit the block fully clear know it’s me (law law law)
f_ck you gone do if i’m at both ends of the street (both ends)
n_ggas stop driving slow i’ll beat the seat switch yo 23
(you know it, head tappers go)
slap t be moving fours to coast to coast on the way to the east
(ah, ahhh)
they street backwindow go make chop’s spike on west flow i’ma fleek (you know it)
g27 chunky had to switch trade a g17 (law, l_l_law)
30 beadlock kept the switch (you know it)
max from north of lawrenceburg we trap_activist they steel a whips
(ah, ahhh)
that’s h_lla whips two scatties sitting at the spot probably catchin sh_t (that’s h_lla whips)
dual mag sitting on the side of the five_six that’s an extra clip
(got dual mag)
dude ass got hit up with some hot sh_t now they selling fits
(he got hit up)
got yo dumb_ass dropped speak on mo p. and you sit in p_ss
[bridge]

n_gga, you think this sh_t a game (you think this sh_t a game)
they split sh_t five_six kick graze headshot hit he’s brain
(bahh, bahh, bahh)
still switch the cribs too warm and meet me up to still spit flames
four_five gen 5 with the b_tton 19inch key switch the frame
(you beamed)

[verse]

the jokes up i get close up
blow five from the blacked out float up (float on up)
d_ck troopers ain’t on sh_t with this whip
get close hit the shoulder (i swear to god)
flying down king’s highway had to pull over i smell the motor
(really a heater)
360 shots you in the oven boy you dumb_ass rollin’ (his ass g_y)
get to the competition taz don’t chase because we already rollin’
fraydo inside the whip let the backwindow down i hear ’em over
(get shot)
30 clock pursuits slept in the whip didn’t like state troopers trollin’
fishbowl hike to court bro (glee, ta, tay) they can tell it was stolen
(ya mama)

[outro]
tappers
i really smack (i really smack)
you in the store see me feet up and hear the glass
(oh he got sweep)
boy you’re a rat, be here with nick i really tap
(bahh, bahh, bahh)
try to go live on that one day
n_ggas really don’t want gun play
i get the low on a sunday then you dying on a monday
how could you troll a tap
my only mode is clap
i hear his people drop the muscle pizzy sold a zap (he’s dumb)
free money mr. krab he whip up secret potion crack
oh yeah he still a tap

the f_ck going on n_gga
the f_ckin’ tappers n_gga
n_ggas really f_cking dying

- mo p stl lyrics

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