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villain lyrics
(yeah)x2
(uhh)
(mmm)—
(yeah)

this that choppa’ make it sound, fell in love wit’ hunnit’ rounds

40 glock will stretch ‘em out, have ‘em layed out onna’ ground

have his momma cryin’ now, i won’t say i’m sorry now

pockets filled wit’ hunnits’ now, really livin’ lavish (lavish)

i got the mac’ and it chill in ma’ lap call up my shooter yea he got the

strap, i’m goin’ up won’t ever fall back i got the money i stack it like

dat’ so many hunnits’ i think i lost track if he talkin’ stupid we

smoking his pack too many n—-s that talk wit’ they back i

see you in person just know that it’s wraps

move like a villain(x2) child of god but yk that i’m sinnin’(yeah)

makin’ this music i gotta’ make millions stacking it up for my mom
i’m so gifted, i love you mom don’t ever forget this

knockin’ his head off like it was a fitted can’t walk in my shoes you

won’t ever fit ‘em reaching the top the sky is the limit (mmm)

this that choppa’ make it sound fell in love wit’ hunnit’ rounds

(uhhh)

this that choppa’ make it sound fell in love wit’ hunnit’ rounds (yeah)

she told me she want me i don’t really want her, move like a player

i’m feelin’ like gunna, i already passed ‘em, he still tryna’ one up

she always around me she lovin’ my aura, wanna travel the world

but i’m not an explorer, wanna be famous and ride in a tour bus

you see the gang it’s more that twelve of us, you n—-s keep hatin’

it’s already war wit’ us

you not makin’ you can’t even role wit’ us, you don’t even smoke you
can’t even roll wit’ us

i got the money and i got the doe wit’ us, you n—-s my sons you

open up doors for us

please make a path when i’m walking through she said she

luvvcertified, i love you too, smokin’ this loud take a trip to the moon

my shoota’ my brother that n—- my goon

you dyin’ for me then i’m dyin’ for you, stick on one side i don’t pick

and choose i love my n—-s don’t tell ‘em a lot, i tell the truth she

think i still lie, don’t care for the fakes i watch with ma’ eyes so much

to accomplish ain’t ready to die, sometimes i be hurtin’ sometimes i

might cry, so i smoke weed to help wit’ it (uhh)

tinted windows in the back of my ride, hate when my mom see’s

tears in ma’ eyes…

hate when my mom see’s tears in ma’ eyes

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