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letra de symphony no. 9 - mozardell jean-noel

[intro: mozardell’s mother]
you may think you don’t have enemies
besides the great devil
you have a lot of other enemies that he is using against you
s-x, drugs…that music !

[verse 1: mozardell]
lookin’ back a n-gga ain’t think
i was goin’ raw for a minute, ain’t blink
adolescent full of flaws, lookin’ for the straight pink
i done did it all fo’ i turned eighteen
fo’ a n-gga went gorillas all i had was bape dreams
momma told me that i’d end up doing great things
then i did a beige ting and i call her beijing
love me long time she my favorite play thing
man i got a big team doing big things they need big rings
i don’t let thе p-ssy talk, boy i let it sing
wanna hit cause i heard it got a good grip
gotta drip and dip causе i hate it when the b-tch cling
yeah they say that love hurt so i’d rather just swing
know i might get burned but a heartbreak stings
i ain’t looking forward to a f-ckin’ wedding ring
happiness is what monogamy could never bring
commitment never strong enough and break just like a lego
so i’m f-ckin’ like it’s nothin til’ i get somebody preggo
lungs is probably done, a daily dose of cigarillo
i say f-ck it, i’m a puppet, i just hope i meet geppetto
know the devil really wearing michael kors and new stilettos
or rocking’ leggings with no panties on up at the meadows
gettin’ played by everybody like a f-ckin’ rented cello
steady smoking’ on the lala cause the sh-t just get her mellow, unh
tune in to the program
young white girls tryna sniff a line to a slow jam
outta college ain’t had no plan
now she tired being side piece, she just want her own man
ain’t no tellin’ with this life sh-t
only hope a n-gga got is when they shootin’ that he might miss
tryna tell me life is priceless
but everything that make me happy, gotta ask ’em what the price is
[bridge: mozardell]
made a little money, got a little honey
n-gga tell me, is you really happy ?
i don’t ever know who really hatin’
walk up in the room and everybody dap me
never trust a opp, they be finna pop, just because a ‘lil n-gga nappy
if i got my mothaf-ckin gang with me
i ain’t got no problems in the shadow of the valley

[chorus: mozardell]
p-ssy ass n-gga, you a sh-m-l-
only want designer f-ck a retail
gotta pay attention to the details
n-gga this a ounce, i don’t need scales
locked in the trap, we don’t need jail
fast life living on a speed rail
s-x tapes sittin’ in my email
p-ssy n-gga broke like some cheap nails, unh

[verse 2: mozardell]
all my n-ggas either wanna be a poet or puttin’ work in the pharmacy
poppin’ xannies and debits
and just for all the n-ggas that ain’t get it
that just mean that they rappin’, trappin’, or scammin’ n-ggas right out they lettuce
lately i’m developing a fetish for overzealous, jealous, rebellion woman
and really the sh-t pathetic
can’t help but be sympathetic and overly empathetic
to hoes that hate they genetics and hide em’ under cosmetic
believe me shawty, i get it, i get it get it, i get it
but f-ck em’, turn that negative energy to kinetic
cause sticks and stones may break bones
but opinions of haters and marines will only k!ll if you let it
i’m regularly gettin’ head yet i never know where i’m headed
i’m often smokingthat diesel these n-ggas smokin’ unleaded
we live and die by a code that these n-ggas can’t get embedded
we contain’ up all the numbers while n-ggas was typin’ letters
aw maaaaan, godd-mn
preaching to these n-ggas like a young billy graham
kendrick ain’t the only mothaf-cka with the yams
boy i’m eating’ all you rappers like it’s silence of the lambs
in the city ain’t no talking’ if you jellin’ you get jammed
turn a n-gga white tee to the flag of j-pan
fo’ my granny gotta make a hunnid grand
just to put it in her hand and hen make it back again
[bridge: mozardell]
i used to ball and wan’ go to the league but ain’t n0body coming to scout me
i used to think that i wasn’t the sh-t and the world would be better without me
i used to write all my lyrics in private cause mommy and daddy would doubt me
but when i pull up in that audi i ain’t saying howdy
instead i’m just screaming you…

- mozardell jean noel

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