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MOL$
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(arigato, fumi)
Second I pull up, she won't talk about me
I got my 3 and 3, 3
Get that shit tatted on me
I don't speak awkwardly
I get my dough as I please
She never talk the talk, she talk a lot, but not about me
Second I pull up, she won't talk about me
I got my 3 and 3, 3
Get that shit tatted on me
I don't speak awkwardly
I get my dough as I please
She never talk the talk, she talk a lot, but not about me
Second I pull up, she like on her knees
And she be beggin' me please, "I need a taste of that D"
But I'ma pull out, I don't need little me's
I spend my G's all on me, I spend my G's all on me, ayy
I hope it works out 'cause I wan' be next up
Pullin' up with the squad and you know we flexed up
Do shows and the rest, uh, but you hoes got me messed up
So don't talk to me unless we talkin' cheddar
Damn, mol$ gon' change his act
mol$ just don't know how to act
mol$ is washed up
I just want the old mol$ back
After QM flopped that boy gave up, he so damn wack
mol$ can't make that genre, he started from that Meme Rap
Acting like you know me, but I guarantee you don't
Talkin' on my name, will I pull up? I probably won't
Let that anger sit inside you 'til it fuckin' rots you
Shocking, there ain't no talking
That's because you prolly don't have the balls to speak to me
one on one like an adult
Sit inside your room all day just smoking and collecting salt
So much time to make your own, but instead you try to shit on mine
Should've been enjoying life, instead you spent it all online
Okay, o-ko, driving fast on roads
Never turning slow, you don't wanna go
You say, oh no, I just want it, oh
Don't know where to go
Drowning 'til I float
I'ma go get my killers
Bitches you all of my chiggas
Hop in the goddamn feelin'
Runners, we gettin' to stealin'
Lambo in the car park, somethin' get to reelin'
Yeah, we on the grind 'til we fittin' hundred million
I'ma go shoot precision
Twenty-ten clear my vision
Hop in the goddamn choppa
Yeah, we get to killin'
Yeah, we get the bill in
Nothing more than real then
Dead ascend the ceiling
Second I pull up, she won't talk about me
I got my 3 and 3, 3
Get that shit tatted on me
I don't speak awkwardly
I get my dough as I please
She never talk the talk, she talk a lot, but not about me
Second I pull up, she won't talk about me
I got my 3 and 3, 3
Get that shit tatted on me
I don't speak awkwardly
I get my dough as I please
She never talk the talk, she talk a lot, but not about me
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