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ola runt – mobbfather كلمات اغاني

[intro]
cash money ap
you ain’t know my motto? before you try be you better try lotto
f_ck these n_ggas, ralo

[chorus]
word out the city money on my time
f_ck a script, i might go live posted on my block
glizzy got d_ck, reload it then that b_tch a c_ck
sn_tch up your love and make the godfather gon’ call the cops

[verse 1]
p_ssy n_gga you ain’t it
heard that [?] turning to a l!ck
how the f_ck you a dope boy if you ain’t sold sh_t
moved to the three got ran out the six, d_mn
these n_ggas they’ve been faking too long
copping deuces homicide on the phone
catch a body then go make me a song
turner told me that these n_ggas be clones
n_gga you a b_tch, you aren’t sh_t
you ain’t rolling, heard you told something
i used to slide with him
he used to just drive with them
i’m the one that hopped out with them
father gang brang fox in him
had to sail boat, it’s a op in him
he get kidnapped
don’t get your kid sn_tched
rather die in the pen feel like thuglife, shot at the reverend
zone six, some deadly sins
just like we playing pool with two sticks
you ain’t never been knocked down with a bl!cky
keeping time, kick more doors than the grinch
heard a n_gga got whacked, but we don’t know sh_t
pitbull, when i bite i’m gonna shake
body dropping like he got on some skates
strip him naked, 12 thought he got raped
cash money, then you get you a drake
i make em paranoid when they see me
i was in prison you went on them freebees
caught a body i ain’t taking it easy
feel like guwop, i’ma do em like geezy
im in that god shoes, do or die n_gga me or you
sweet hide, i beat your crew, want beef i eat your crew
you cap, you cap cap
i never went against the grain i only adapt
xd, fn, all i play with straps
[chorus]
word out the city money on my time
f_ck a script, i might go live posted on my block
glizzy got d_ck, reload it then that b_tch a c_ck
sn_tch up your love and make the godfather gon call the cops

[verse 2]
murder scene
i ain’t talking about bait
take em out they ain’t talking about date
take em off i know you plotting
got em looking heard you hiding
wouldn’t hide cuz a young n_gga fire
shoot at you first, cross you later
money hungry, rob the waiter
did more cook ups than a barler
crossed more borders, than a trucker
strong arm, just called jay cartler
hall in one, had to gail more
make em run and lock the door
fall asleep, i’m at your bed
shoot them tattoos at your head
n_gga you move your son to conyos
head you slime, can’t go to college
walking dead, yall n_ggas zombies
blew out some smoke like some junkies
counter headshot, he ain’t using his conscience
halloween, it cold it felt like a pumpkin
these n_ggas sweet like they l!ckin on hundreds
all you do is gossip
you just growl, you don’t bite
you just scratch, and you don’t fight
left him dead cuz sh_t went right
[chorus]
word out the city money on my time
f_ck a script, i might go live posted on my block
glizzy got d_ck, reload it then that b_tch a c_ck
sn_tch up your love and make the godfather gon call the cops

- ola runt

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