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foogiano - molly (remix) lyrics

[intro]
yeah, n+gga (huh? mob?)
2020, boy (uh)
y’all done f+cked up now, n+gga (it’s bad)
huh? yeah (authentic or nothin’)

[chorus: foogiano]
baby mama ain’t sh+t (nah)
she won’t let me see my son (ho)
but you f+ck with ’em, i’ma pop my gun
p+ssy, ain’t no one+on+one (rah)
n+gga, we come from the slums (mob)
thirty round, fifty round, hundred rounds
yeah, p+ssy boy them drums (drums)
have you prayin’ like a nun (huh?)
i ain’t never been a actor (huh?)
patrick, n+gga, with that cappin’ sh+t
we gon’ stomp his ass just like a [?] (uh)
the mayor but she call me master (uh)
got her to the spot, gave that b+tch a perc’
now she geekin’ like a banshee (geek)
she couldn’t even understand me (huh)
when i told her drop her panties

[verse 1: foogiano]
448, i get ’em gone (ah)
boy, this a hunned million dollar phone (uh)
they hit my jack, they say they need the strong
boy, you look broke as h+ll, you need a loan?
my n+gga, i’m nice, so you can have a loan (ah)
yo’ b+tch told me, “that was nice”, and then we boned (uh)
no time to cuff a n+gga, know i’m gone
trap on the defense, boy, i’m in the zone
ain’t gotta say it, you know how i’m comin’ (uh)
big nuts they hangin’ like a monkey
say he got fifty bags down in the dungeon
boy, i hear take some and he say he bummin’
say he gon’ shoot, well b+tch what it do? (ah)
i think he bluffin’, n+gga, where the proof?
told you we comin’ and we want the loot (ah)
try me, boy, i’ma leave you with no roof
i got that drank, b+tch, i got that juice
no, i ain’t bishop, but i keep the tool (yeah)
lil’ b+tch, it’s foo, but try me like a fool (ah)
i promise ya you won’t make another move
i’m in my groove, yeah, n+gga, i’m back
boy, i heard you been cuffin’ on that net (uh)
that b+tch, she l!ck me down until my sack (uh)
you got a new name, boy, we call you pat
he want the smoke, well b+tch what it is?
you know i’m slimy, n+gga, like a eel (slime)
know i’ll pop a n+gga like a pill
know i be drankin’ mud straight out the seal (mud)
yeah, it’s the mayor and i’m with the mob (mob)
yeah, we be trappin’, b+tch, we don’t do fraud
my k!llers, they young and layin’ in ya yard, b+tch, ah
[chorus: foogiano]
baby mama ain’t sh+t (nah)
she won’t let me see my son (ho)
but you f+ck with ’em, i’ma pop my gun
p+ssy, ain’t no one+on+one (rah)
n+gga, we come from the slums (mob)
thirty round, fifty round, hundred rounds
yeah, p+ssy boy them drums (drums)
have you prayin’ like a nun (huh?)
i ain’t never been a actor (huh?)
patrick, n+gga, with that cappin’ sh+t
we gon’ stomp his ass just like a [?] (uh)
the mayor but she call me master (uh)
got her to the spot, gave that b+tch a perc’
now she geekin’ like a banshee (geek)
she couldn’t even understand me (huh)
when i told her drop her panties

[verse 2: dababy]
she can keep her panties on when i hit her, yeah
she told me hurry up and take my ‘fit off, yeah
and she be on the clock, f+ckin’ real hard, yeah
she gon’ suck my d+ck when she get off, yeah
big bank roll in a burner
put a n+gga anywhere, i’m garanteed to turn up
don’t know the f+ck told these n+ggas they was soldiers
put my baby mamma in a m+th+rf+ckin’ rover (nrrr)
she caught the box when i sent in the sodas
i copped the drop, put that sh+t in and sold it
f+ck all that poppin’ i cl!ck and its over
we havin’ glocks in this b+tch, we ain’t show ’em
yeah, i got that thang, you ain’t even know it
i just got some brain, do your thing, she be blowin’
i had to change, got rich, its annoyin’
hop out, get paid for that b+tch, and i go in
nice to meet you, i pull up in the foreign, yeah
roll up, we brought a whole bowl in, yeah
f+ck her after i preform
she pop a pill, she f+ck like she do p+rn
my watch is real and i’m havin’ two on
f+ck around and put fire on your ass if you want
f+ck around and put iron on your ass like i’m ghost
f+ck around and see me grabbin’ her ass if you don’t
[chorus: foogiano]
baby mama ain’t sh+t (nah)
she won’t let me see my son (ho)
but you f+ck with ’em, i’ma pop my gun
p+ssy, ain’t no one+on+one (rah)
n+gga, we come from the slums (mob)
thirty round, fifty round, hundred rounds
yeah, p+ssy boy them drums (drums)
have you prayin’ like a nun (huh?)
i ain’t never been a actor (huh?)
patrick, n+gga, with that cappin’ sh+t
we gon’ stomp his ass just like a [?] (uh)
the mayor but she call me master (uh)
got her to the spot, gave that b+tch a perc’
now she geekin’ like a banshee (geek)
she couldn’t even understand me (huh)
when i told her drop her panties

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