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letra de myery mopidays 2 - cole myer

bing bong, bing bong
bing bong, bing bong
oh my god, cole myer

you see that mops are everywhere, b-tch i got an ar
you cannot test us this holiday, you won’t get far
you hear it’s myery mopidays playing up inside of your car
then you gon’ turn up the stereo cause you know we going hard
myery mopidays, b-tch

d-mn we back like we never left before, i get the beam
grab the pump, i am from the south pole
bad on christmas, d-ck you down, then i pass your ass to cole
hit you four times in the chest, then i put you in a hole
got me sparking up a blunt, and i’m lighting up a bowl
lil mop on top the world, and i almost touched the gold
she was sucking on my d-ck, and my body left my soul
i’ma smoke the blunt, that i just paid you to roll

i asked santa for designer, and i got some goyard
and she wanna love me on christmas, i got a cold heart
they say cole, you fell off, and i told them i gotta go hard
he’s smoking on some pcp, he’s smoking on a glo card
we back up in this b-tch, it feels like that we never fall apart
you’re the reason that we had to go back to the start
hey, you’re the reason that i got no love inside my heart
i’m the number one up on your score, and up on top the charts
i can beat all of these motherf-ckers, really ain’t that hard
me and cole are coming next, and you know we going yard
and i always keep a strap, i don’t need a bodyguard
and my phone got apple pay, i ain’t never use a card
b-tch gon’ give me top and throw it back right where we park

- cole myer

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