gve monmon – iconic lyrics
iconic lyrics
[hook: gve monmon]
big body coupe out the lot
big body coupe out the lot
mm+mm mm+mm
whole lotta oppas get shot
whole lotta oppas get shot
mm+mm mm+mm
spinning yo block like
ahhh+ah+ahh
mm+mm mm+mm
ahhh+ah+ahh
n+ggas get shot like
ahhh+ah+ahh
mm+mm mm+mm
ahhh+ah+ahh
[verse: gve monmon]
i’m on the block
he tryna downplay all my hard work
i sent off a package in cardboard
he actin so tough like he hard boy
he running away, so we hunt him down
he tough cause he tall, so we cut him down
he copping white flags when he out of bounds
glock like a whistle, we blow him down
and i’ve been smoking the traphouse
tryna go in there and figure it out
and all of these lame ass n+ggas make me really wanna flash out
and all these n+ggas wanna bad mouth
turn yo ass to a pack now
p+ssy n+gga on the block really thinkin’ that his b+tch ass the man now
huh huh
i, spin on yuh block till the sundown
i, run on yuh block get you gunned down
i, match all his jokes, it ain’t fun now
i, live on the top, i won’t come down
i, promise on gang i won’t switch on the bro’s
promise on g i’m gone stick to the code
he on my nuts boy go get you some hoes
promised my peoples we winnin’ fasho
[bridge: gve monmon]
ahhh+ahhh
clearly, i see the riches so clearly
diamonds and gold and givenchy
ahhh+ahhh
ain’t no one gone get nowhere near me
me and gang runnin’ the city
ahhh+ahhh
yeah
[hook: gve monmon]
big body coupe out the lot
big body coupe out the lot
mm+mm mm+mm
whole lotta oppas get shot
whole lotta oppas get shot
mm+mm mm+mm
spinning yo block like
ahhh+ah+ahh
mm+mm mm+mm
ahhh+ah+ahh
n+ggas get shot like
ahhh+ah+ahh
mm+mm mm+mm
ahhh+ah+ahh
[verse: youngdrose]
ahhh+ah+ahh
b+tch my name d rose, i come in on the smoke
had my heart broke, as a youngin’, so i don’t trust these hoes
since i was thirteen years old, been wantin’ to get n+ggas gone
still this one p+ssy ahh n+gga, i’m tryna split his dome
i can’t leave this sh+t alone, swear i want this n+gga dead
yo main homie snitched on my gangster, how you calling up the feds
might have some fire today, you pulled up, would’ve swung that b+tch like dreads
and you ain’t no real blood, wanna see you leak red
i, spin in that coupe till i die
i know some youngin’s that’s clutching that fire, get yo soul released to the sky
so p+ssy n+gga don’t try, unless you wanna see yo mama cryin’
don’t make me kick yo door down, that’s a homicide
gang gang gang
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