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letra de mississippi - nolan b.

this a letter from my soul without a pin
i been fighting against the wind my n-gga to see a win
if you a goofy hoe i can’t let you in
friends mixed with my enemies
as my dirty gets blended my b-tch looking splendid
got the young hoe washing dishes
she coughed when she hit the blunt
i forgot its 2020 i social my distance
to p-ssy that smell like incense
yo vote make a difference so f-ck who’s indifferent
mama in jail i’m drinking well i look at my timepiece
i top the shelf all by myself my n-ggas behind me
guns you need mo cause just like the fish you can’t find me, uh
do-re-mil i’m singing to these b-tches, uh
getting money in the trenches i used to be broke
made 25 hundred in one day then i spent it
my presence is a present b-tch my teachers called me gifted
nowadays when they call my name i hope it ain’t a witness
fitness let’s work this out, free my n-ggas let them out
free my mama let her out, free that p-ssy let it out, huh
let me watch my tongue, aye
sometimes that hoe lunge and b-tches get stung, aye
sometimes that hoe lunge and n-ggas get stung, aye

so just mind yo business my windows tinted
and that because i’m in it when you dissing just be specific
i’m long like mississippi i was homeless no pot to pee in
now my d-ck wear european
yo b-tch had made love to me in the same place that you sleep in
on the weekend i was geeking i should plan lunch with the deacon
i was tweaking she was twerking i ate that p-ssy like some turkey
ate that ass like it was stuffing then i stuffed ms. parker’s stocking
but sh-t i only got coal in mine see my soul was hard to find
but i found it behind a mountain in tennessee
i’m grounded but her ass rounded, lord help me please
how much breathe do i got left to take and commas on commas
to make, sh-t let me think sh-t like a lake call me prince
this menatongua, chemi chonga how she ate it i debated
waited, god saves us daily keep praying, praying
this coronavirus sh-t ain’t fazin me
this coronavirus sh-t ain’t fazin me
i get paid get laid throw that sh-t in the safe
so gone head throw that ass before i pass away
of course i wear a mask i wear gloves to f-ck these b-tches
thank god i got my tags cause at first they was suspended

when you dissin just be specific i’m long like mississippi
i was homeless no pot to pee in now my d-ck wear european
yo b-tch had made love to me in the same place that you sleep in
on the weekend you was geeking
you should plan lunch with the deacon

- nolan b

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