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letra de on my ones - mostack

[intro: mostack]
thought that he got me
come back from the dead like a zombie
mostack mist , we gon’ do this properly
eat who n-gg-? n-body’s broccoli
and n-body loves me
n-gg-s say that they got me
don’t let me wind down the window on a paigon
and skrr off like a girl that’s getting naked (bang)

[hook: mostack]
ay n-gg-, f-ck everyone, cause n-body likes me
don’t trust anyone, cause n-body’s like me
gunshot b-b-bun, i’m bad from the nineties
adadada, dadada
i’ma live life on my ones, cause n-body likes me
i’ll die on my ones, cause n-body’s like me
don’t spud anyone, cause none of them are my g’s
i’m ugly from young, so n-body likes me

[verse 1: mist]
i do music and road akh
i want a big stack
i don’t really wanna fold that
ain’t right till that n-gg- gets his own back
ride round there, boom bang like hold that
getting wavey on the track with mostack
couple kalas that will slap for the right cash
the internet gangsters only type gas
the internet gangsters only write gas
i ain’t spitting if it really ain’t that real rap
mother’s day had to visit graves, yeah it’s real akh
my belly chakra feeling ill fam
and yeah, for my daughter i will k!ll man
ride out that same night with my steel fam
i remember beans from the tin can
no heart like a tin man, been a while since i seen man
it’s coming like my pocket’s going gym fam

[verse 2: mostack]
do i trust anybody? (erm) n-o
cos when the going gets tough, all the tough get gone
we do music to forget road
and when we ride out, we make sure we forget phones
i’m in the hood sh-t, i ain’t living life g’
so mi no want that rari’ beside me
she’s like “mo, you can’t handle girls like me”
ay, b–boo, them type of talks there excite me
f-ck, and now my heart keeps skipping
’cause there’s black lives missing ’cause the feds keep k!lling
ayo, these n-gg-s ain’t living how we’re living
they’re just spitting how we’re living
man it’s different, n-gg-s ain’t with it
wake up in the morning belly crawling
because my n-gg-‘s in prison
rappers taking shots, tell them n-gg-s keep dissing
shooting in the air, what you try’na k!ll, pigeons?

- mostack

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