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3mfrench - mmm lyrics

[chorus]
mali makin money, i’m just bout my funds
sw-ngin’ on ’em baby girl your man is just a bum
i lost my n-gga to the streets, my shooters goin’ dumb
my n-gga just caught a body, broski’s on the run
and now i was trappin’, trappin’, trappin’, trappin’ on my ones
i send my hitta, i call my youngin’ just to get you slumped
and all my hittas with the sh-ts and we don’t pull no fronts
and b-tch we glizzied up, you can’t come where i’m from

[verse]
i was trappin’ in the bando, going wop for wop
or slidin’ in my city going block to block
i can’t trust a ho they go block to block
and i got thirty in my clip so let’s go shot for shot
and i’m dat n-gga dat these b-tches wanna talk to
so f-ck a drive-by call my shooter let’s go walk through
i caught him slippin’ now his hoyo got the bad news
i got my glizzy on my body like a tattoo
and i don’t wife ’em i just f-ck ’em in the bathroom
i chase the bag i want the cake just like a fat yute
i’m from the slums i hit the bando ’cause i had to
and where i’m from we chase the bag and we stack loot
glizzy ain’t no slippin’ when i’m slidin’ in em track suits
they want me carried by my bros in em black suits
trappin’ like mcdonalds just the way we servin’ fast food
i be in the trenches while you sittin’ in em cl-ssrooms
rap star, now i’m doing shows i’m getting mad views
b-tches going crazy ’cause they know frenchy is dat dude
trap star, frenchy couldn’t sit up in no cl-ssroom
couldn’t sit up in no cl-ssroom

[chorus]
mali makin money, i’m just bout my funds
sw-ngin’ on ’em baby girl your man is just a bum
i lost my n-gga to the streets, my shooters goin’ dumb
my n-gga just caught a body, broski’s on the run
and i was trappin’, trappin’, trappin’, trappin’ on my one
i send my hitta, i call my youngin’ just to get you slumped
and all my hittas wit the sh-ts and we don’t pull no fronts
and b-tch we glizzied up, you can’t come where i’m from

- 3mfrench lyrics

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