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Molly Brazy
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(Check the score, ooh, Sav killed it)
(Hey, yo, bring this bitch nigga over here)
(What's up man?)
(Feeding these motherfuckers too, man)
(What the fuck?)
(What's up? What's going on, man?)
(We're hearing things)
(Put all your hands down, put your fucking hands down)
(Everything ain't alright then)
(I ain't neither)
Eh, bitch, go 'head, lurk and get your feelings hurt
Talkin' crazy, we gon' put your picture on a shirt
Queen of this trap shit, bitch, who did it first? (Who did it first?)
You see what happen when you copy sauce and it don't work
Four-five hollow heads, keep it off safety
Bullets make your body fall back and do the matrix
Hellcat irkin' on them boys, they can't chase me
I got so much Off-White, my closet lookin' racist (ah)
State to state, still gon' catch me throwing up the Row
My son pocket change enough to buy a couple 'bows
Like I was shootin' dice, I had to get it off the floor
I'm into chasing checks, I don't gossip 'bout these hoes
Lame hoes forgot who the bitch that really run shit (run shit)
Some people you don't play with, and I'm that one bitch
This shit be light, this just the money I have fun with
If I compare my life to yours, then I'm dumb rich
Lame hoes forgot who the bitch that really run shit (who run shit?)
Some people you don't play with, and I'm that one bitch
This shit be light, this just the money I have fun with
If I compare my life to yours, then I'm dumb rich
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