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410 - mansa musa lyrics

[chorus: am]
du-du-du-da
corn come fat like buddha
banged to the face from unah
how you gonna touch my mulah?
man coulda’ got that .35
but i want bread like mansa musa
that’s me tryna eat right
everyone knows that i love my tuna
du-du-du-da (hu-da-da bow!)
corn come fat like buddha (buddha)
banged to the face from unah (unah)
how you gonna touch my mulah?
man coulda’ got that .35
but i want bread like mansa musa
that’s me tryna eat right
everyone knows that i love my tuna

[verse 1: skengdo]
hold on, hold on
man’s still running their mouth (chatty)
all now i ain’t been touched
don’t ever use me for clout (never)
more time i’ve been doing up work (working)
and this pr-ck’s tryna draw me out (trying)
but it’s cool, it’s calm, it’s great
bros rolling with chief keef now (bang-bang-bang)
bare, “bro-bro, run-run quick!”
du-du-du-du-bow
zip those lips your pr-ck
she sucked my d-ck, and you’re lipsing it down (sloppy)
turn it out, don’t throw no fists
you ride that (shh) and you know xing xiao
i don’t care if you’re old or young
you violate me, you’re a stupid clown (stupid)
lurk round there, watch everyone panic
black blade, ching bare f-ggots (ching)
neck, back, chest; that’s bare damage (ching)
soon all of my bro’s live lavish (bow)
lurk round there, watch everyone panic (panic)
black blade ching bare f-ggots
neck, back, chest; that’s bare damage
soon all of my bro’s live lavish
hate the pigs, can’t go to the station (never)
she’s asking me h-lla questions (chatty)
i think she works for the bacon (yes)
minimal trust for her
for all i know she f-cks with the paigons
and they wanna try call up snitch
no one ain’t snitching, you’re just dumb
we don’t give a toss, no we don’t rate them (bow)

[verse 2: am]
push that work man’s getting it (getting it)
grab my man, that’s leverage
i ain’t gonna stop this madness (madness)
till i see bones and skeletons
od hand ‘ting; that’s a remington
shotgun, b-side like bellingham
i keep telling them
now i keep telling them (ay)
that a man did pressure them
no head for the corn, it’s different (d-mn)
no entry wound, just ripping it (rip)
young boy said the trap don’t work (work)
put rocks in your line, start kicking it
her stress that sh-t, start cooking it
bad b too brown, start whooping it
shotgun come like thunder
when they hear that sound, they’re shook of it
loads of clapping (grrr!)
i get bull for the mad ‘ting, sad ‘ting
that should affect my actions (no way)
no way cause a man’s too active
gang ting; pull up on yutes, like random (random)
like why should i allow you this time?
either way, man’s still gonna crash him (a-yeah)
cah they weird, they love that chatting
i don’t want love, that sh-t’s distracting
but i like that one
and it may sound weird
but do you wanna stroke my gun? (gun?)
you’re dirty, i was gonna make that percey
good one got the magnum worksy
good one that one get them all flirty

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