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sha hef - m.o.b memoir كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
hunnit ’round hef, true
you niggas know i keep two dike b-tches with me
with spiked collars, semi automatic pistols
just for the static ya heard?
so don’t try me nigga

[verse]
desperado, sipping actavis out the bottle
living life like there ain’t no tomorrow
all i know is sorrow, see both my heart and my bullets hollow
i give the orders that the k!llers follow
i tell your b-tch to swallow my kids and she better not miss a drop
y’all selling bricks, we moving cinder blocks
i middle finger cops and judges, no love for authority
i break the law and move accordingly
and what you motherf-ckers claiming ain’t no gang, you a sorority
loading my clip while they recording me
your baby mother just a whore to me
she boofed a quarter key of raw for me
i get her pussy wet just off the thought of me
all these lil niggas applauding me, i run the hood
look, your big homies a fraud to me, that’s understood
they like “hunnit round rap, heard he put that glock away”
bullshit, i still clip you from a block away
i eyeball work, you could put your clock away
f-ck ’bout what a copper say, get him copped or topped today
i point aim and let the chopper spray
i think if i ruled the world i prolly body ’bout a cop a day
i got a job so i could cop a k and stick that motherf-cker up
give no motherf-cking f-cks
owe me money, still breathing, that’s a motherf-cking luck
o.j. mayo over yayo, i be shooting for the bucks
what what, how you want it, mr. never-get-confronted
hunnit ’round hef, mr. pour-a-four-up-&-get-blunted
coulda f-cked your b-tch, she was on my d-ck, but she fronted
she pulled out her tits, then i put my kids in her stomach
trust me, i don’t give a f-ck, i’m off like three-four xans
and i don’t know what i’m saying, i can’t even stand
hot up counting up bands, whipping up grams
yo b-tch in a three point stand, dog just hit me from the can
if you gotta go, now i got blood on my hands
now i got blood on my pants, even got blood on my face
blue still tucked in my waist, trust i might shoot up the place
then i might go to the safe, yes i might catch me a case
whipping, i’m dipping on jake, yes i might catch me a case
whipping, i’m dipping on jake, might catch me a case
whipping, i’m dipping on jake, whipping and dipping on jake

[outro: black market b-tches]

- sha hef

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