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mula o – banned from tv lyrics

[verse 1: gwapo]
lets take it back nbm and tfl, back then i had dreams of the nfl
now i’m out staining sh-t here giving n-gg-s h-ll, all they remember was 2 jabs then a n-gg- fell
matter fact i had dreams of the nba, now i”m out here tryna get it each and every way
if a n-gg- disrespect the o then we add a k, ain’t sh-t ok my n-gg-s don’t play
last n-gg- switched up, yea i stained him
caught his uncle at the game, then i stained him
he talking sh-t but i bet my 9 change him, p-ssy n-gg- couldn’t hung so i hanged him
he say he tuff but i really know he soft, i’m going crazy man they need to cut the beat off
lets take it back when the cracker cut the heat off, couldn’t feel my toes like i had my feet off
gwap from o b-tch i do my thing, oto my brothers i’m just tryna feed my team
make it out the hood, sh-t that’s every n-gg- dream, until they see the money coming then now they chasing green
me and mula switchin lanes in the audi, always got my 9 in case a n-gg- try
did i f-ck ya main hoe, sh-t prolly n-gg-, see me sittin in the game so they tryna foul me

[verse 2: mula o]
masked up, i hit a stain for the oz
og in this b-tch that go oc
approch me, homie i don’t be lonely
keep a pole that’ll break his bones if he od
mouth covered i can’t talk like i got somethin, but i bet he run his mouth if the cops comin
im not running .40 on my hip that’ll rock somethin
call me serge n-gg-, best believe i’ll block somethin
no ripped stomach let that 6 pack show, got more bars for you n-gg-s that ain’t get that tho
x a n-gg- in my circle that ain’t wit that tho, let yall guess what i was playin, tic-tac-toe no
on my sh-t i ain’t ever play games n-gg-, it was always bout a dollar where i hand n-gg-
lame n-gg-, i f-ck on his b-tch he still remain wit her
sport center espn, she in the game n-gg-
money route, yea i’m on that money train
making money in the air, yea i’m on the money plane
i was tryna kick doors, run up on him, gimme that
spittin in the studio, i’m tryna do another track
got the .30 on my hip, don’t get hit boy
i would run up on you but i know you’ll snitch boy
i could never fold up tell on my mans dog
for [?] most of time we don’t shake hands dog
i’m in it for the paper, i know you love your b-tch
but we different, i love my chips more than i love my b-tch
so i advise you, give it up before i run your sh-t, have you tired up while me and gang f-ck your b-tch
my bad side, you don’t wanna see my bad
mags fly, you don’t wanna see your dad die
rest in peace, [?] fold like a laptop
rest in peace, [?] fold like a laptop

[verse 3: gwap]
flame gang, flame gang we be hustle
the mac bang, crack frames we ain’t tussling
i run up with the pump an start bussin him
take the back leave nothing but the front of him
where ever he go, shots i’ll be in front of him
i squeeze 9 its the d line how they running in
man you start it make me p-ssed off, if it’s beef then my n-gg-s run down like a kickoff
first play of the game they gettin hit hard, shots i’ll make a n-gg- jump like a tip off
ya b-tch throw it my way its gettin picked off
i -ssaulted her, hit her with the d-ck hard
n-gg-s think im slippin till the smith n come up out my draws
plottin on a jux and i hope that ima get it off
if not then i’m not knocked till i’m 64
if i get it off, f-ck it i’m sellin raw
i’m in the rove gettin blown, 64
nintendo, i’m smokin on this indo
popped a couple pills now i swear i’m [?]
5 to his back make a n-gg- hit a endo
4 more go off, everybody screamin
3 more pop, now a motherf-cker bleeding
run down, i give him 2, i bet his homies leave him
1 more shot to the head he ain’t breathing
n-gg-s know that i’m a live guy, cuz i ride by in that 9 5 skyline letting 9 fly
hit 9 guys, i bet all 9 die, and i ain’t on the block n-gg- i be moving bricks
give a n-gg- 8 times 10 that’s 80, put a 3 in front of that that’s what i’m shooting with
5 shots, 5 guys, all 5 drop, my aim serious word to my pop pop
i pull up in the drop top, guns go pop pop
all up on the hot block to stop at my aunt spot, bet you give me the drop and say somebody got shot
ima take his life, ima let him live, ima play god
you want beef we can settle it, but you’ll tell and have me knocked pregnant chick
ima money n-gg-, so i need a money b-tch
now you n-gg-s really got me on my money sh-t, now everything i say bouta have money in it
she got a money p-ssy, and i got a money d-ck
drugs is money, so i got a money brick, and i ain’t spending sh-t man i gotta money flip
but hold up, let me get up off this money sh-t
on my gangsta, n-gg-s know i blast heat, i’ll have ya big bruh running like a track meet
tec give you 30 and your homie get the last 3
10 n-gg-s, 9 tools, 8 popped, 7 snoozed, 6 homies, 5 food, man thats the guy’s crew
4 gon dip off, 3 get hit hard, 2 just missed it and the last get twisted
on my number sh-t n-gg- better stand off, man i swear i got aim when i got the can dog
hit 9 n-gg-s, 5 n-gg-s in the d-mn morgue
wit a w on they back what it stand for
the west n-gg-, i clap n-gg- for any joke
you crack n-gg-, i blatt n-gg- on any loc
and i don’t flip, what you think i got the semi for
hit him wit the semi yo, i bet he hit a semi tho

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