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letra de mo! feat. black dave - weird city tafoya

[produced by zay prime & weird city tafoya]

[verse 1: weird city tafoya]

if that sh-t cold, let me get some
drink a loko till it’s 4:00 and my lips numb
wake up in the f-cking ‘morn, hit the kitchen
wheezy-ana with the sauce, fried chicken
two packs of that noise complaint
i don’t smoke, but they said if he toked it would make chuck norris faint
that’s gas
b-tches drive me crazy trying to smash
all these michelin women with their tired -sses
give me substance
b-ss to the d-mn face, till a mother f-cker jumping and i’m krumping
liquid confidence, till i throw it all up and need a pound of mints
what you want to do?
call the homie snoop to bring the gin, i got the juice
holler at my conscious, say we’re calling it a truce
sipping on a bottle of that grey goose, till i’m finally loose
jack’s drinking jack
b-tches getting tipsy off that malibu
booty, booty, booty
hundred ladies in thongs buzzing at my door
ringadingadingdong
what the f-ck is going?
bounce that sh-t on me
everybody’s going han solo by the end of every single night
but i ain’t even tripping ’cause the vibe is all nice
flip that body like a coin, either way is alright
tails one time, b-tch gave me head like twice
so, what you want to do?
black dave collab with your homie tofu
that’d be the nickname, get your f-cking fist raised
the beast of the east mobbing austin city streets, k!lling beats, straight heat
fire burning up your mother f-cking spliff on depeche mode riffs
straight raw like a sushi roll
hootie hoo on my stereo, master that sh-t
we’re some kings like chip
tell ’em that we want mo

[hook]

all my bro’s getting cozy
kush coma homies throwing half drunkin’ 40’s off the roof till the morning
liquor store knows me
we’re knocking down doors
look them dead in their eyes as we’re tripping
tell them that we want mo
mo mo mo mo mo mo
tell them that we want mo
mo mo mo mo

[verse 2: black dave]

b-tch, i want mo
give me respect when i walk through the door
give me the check or get snuffed in your nose
got a new model, that b-tch, she from italy
that don’t mean sh-t to me
cooking it up like i hang out with little b
i’m finna blow and by that i mean literally blow in your hole
oh, d-mn
baby girl, do you need a tissue?
my n-ggas like nasa, they be strapped with a missile
she said she want it all and she do not want a little
shorty came to the crib and want to make out
i said, “baby, just suck up on the pickle (skrrrt)
f-ck it, i’ma take a risk
got a weak stomach i ain’t taking sh-t
supreme, i ain’t even pay for it
ain’t rich, b-tch so i gotta get mo, mo, mo
i told ’em let’s go and get mo (let’s go and get mo)
we rolled up a 4, but i told ’em we gotta get mo (we gotta get mo)
a couple of ho’s, but i told you we gotta get mo (a couple mo b-tches)
money on my 4, but i told you i gotta get mo
first name black, and it don’t crack
low key like a mother f-cking bucket hat
n-gga gotta get it rockin’ like nickelback
‘member we was eating on f-cking quarter snacks
now it’s fried shrimp, sirloin steak
when i wake up i go skate
man, this sh-t is the usual
go and hit up the studio
then i f-ck a big booty ho
man, i told you n-gga gotta get mo

[hook]

- weird city tafoya

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