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letra de molly - foogiano

yeah, n-gga
huh?
mob?
2020, boy
uh
y’all done f-cked up now, n-gga
ah? yeah
authentic or nothin’

[chorus]
baby mama ain’t sh-t (naw)
she won’t let me see my son (hoe)
but you f-ck with ’em, i’ma pop my gun
p-ssy, ain’t no one on one (rrrah)
n-gga, we come from the slums (mob)
30 rounds, 50 rounds, 100 rounds
yeah, p-ssy boy them drums (drums)
have you prayin’ like a nun (huh?)
i ain’t never been a actor
patrick n-gga with that cappin’ sh-t
we gon’ stomp his ass just like a kappa (uh)
the mayor but she call me masta’ (uh)
got her to the spot, gave that b-tch a perc, now she geekin’ like a banshee (geek)
she couldn’t e’en understand me (ah)
when i told her drop her panties

[verse 1]
448, i get ’em gone (ah)
boy, this a hunned million dolla’ phone
they hit my jack they say they need the strong
boy, you look broke as h-ll, you need a loan?
my n-gga, i’m nice, so you can have a loan (ah)
yo b-tch told me “that was nice” and then we boned (uh)
no time to cuff, a n-gga know i’m gone
trap on the defense, boy, i’m in the zone
ain’t gotta say it, you know how i’m comin’ (uh)
big nuts they hangin’ like a monkey
say he got 50 bags down in the dungeon
boy, i hear take some and he say he bummin’
say he gon’ shoot, well bih what it do? (ah)
i think he bluffin’, n-gga, where the proof?
told you we comin’ and we want the loot
try me, boy, i’ma leave you with no roof
i got that drank, b-tch i got that juice
no, i ain’t bishop, but i keep the tool
lil b-tch, it’s foo, but try me like a fool
i promise ya you won’t make another move
i’m in my groove, yeah, n-gga, i’m back
boy, i heard you been cuffin’ on that nat
that b-tch she l!ck me down until my sack
you got a new name, boy, we call you pat
he want the smoke, well bih what it is?
you know i’m slimy, n-gga, like a eel
know i’ll pop a n-gga like a pill
know i be drankin’ mud straight out the seal
yeah, it’s the mayor and i’m with the mob
yeah, we be trappin’, bih, we don’t do fraud
my trappers they young and layin’ in ya yard, bih
ah?

[chorus]
baby mama ain’t sh-t (naw)
she won’t let me see my son (hoe)
but you f-ck with ’em, i’ma pop my gun
p-ssy, ain’t no one on one (rrrah)
n-gga, we come from the slums (mob)
30 rounds, 50 rounds, 100 rounds
yeah, p-ssy boy them drums (drums)
have you prayin’ like a nun (huh?)
i ain’t never been a actor
patrick n-gga with that cappin’ sh-t
we gon’ stomp his ass just like a kappa (uh)
the mayor but she call me masta’ (uh)
got her to the spot, gave that b-tch a perc, now she geekin’ like a banshee (geek)
she couldn’t e’en understand me (ah)
when i told her drop her panties

[verse 2]
i pop a perc, she know what it is
b-tch, ain’t no talkin’, i ain’t dr. phil
pockets, they fat as h-ll like uncle phil
just like a safety, b-tch, i’m in the field
here come the mayor, b-tch, this ain’t a drill
say that he lookin’ for me, he a meal
b-tch, if you shoot you better shoot to k!ll
i call the demon, he won’t let you live
slim told me “foo, my n-gga, let him live”
swear i can’t let him live, i want them m’s
know when i’m comin’, boy, i come to k!ll
i f-cked yo b-tch because she like my libs
i got ’em mad, ’cause i’m in my bag
yeah, boy, my pockets heavy, gotta sag
and i got glocks that come with extra mags
sauce it be drippin’, yeah that sh-t be sad
he want the smoke, but i bring a cloud
b-tch, ain’t no boxin’, but i’m bringin’ rounds
i’m with the mob, that n-gga won’t be found
i promise you we gon’ come and shut it down
i hit yo b-tch, and i’m on her lips
ask ’em, i get to work and make it flip
i got the power, i can get you dipped
roll up that cookie, n-gga, chocolate chip
he want that pressure, well b-tch make a move
you tryin’ foo? well, n-gga you the fool
i’ll have them gutta babies on ya roof
yo ass gon’ dissapear, lil n-gga, poof!
yeah, b-tch, i’m back, and i’m here to say
even yo b-tch gon’ tell you that i’m great
so when you see me, n-gga, fix ya face
yeah, it’s the mayor, b-tch, i won the race

[chorus]
baby mama ain’t sh-t (naw)
she won’t let me see my son (hoe)
but you f-ck with ’em, i’ma pop my gun
p-ssy, ain’t no one on one (rrrah)
n-gga, we come from the slums (mob)
30 rounds, 50 rounds, 100 rounds
yeah, p-ssy boy them drums (drums)
have you prayin’ like a nun (huh?)
i ain’t never been a actor
patrick n-gga with that cappin’ sh-t
we gon’ stomp his ass just like a kappa (uh)
the mayor but she call me masta’ (uh)
got her to the spot, gave that b-tch a perc, now she geekin’ like a banshee (geek)
she couldn’t e’en understand me (ah)
when i told her drop her panties

this is authentic, n-gga

- foogiano

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