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lil mouse - in here lyrics

[hook: lil mouse & dmoney]
my n-gga feel like a hooper in here, dressed in designer
that mula in here, riding in benz, i’m coupin’ in here
shortie a savage, my shooter in here
n-ggas they b-tches they goofy in here, f-ckin’ your b-tch
ain’t no sleeping in here, tooka to blow, watch my glizzy appear
n-ggas must though we lacking in here
talk sh-t to me then my shooter appear
walk in the club and i got it in here, talk sh-t to me
we gone shoot it in here, no i’m not blood i’m boolin’ in here
i’m boolin(x3)in here, f-cking your b-tch,while i’m pulling her hair
stop all the talking you n-ggas is squares
i f-ck on the bed and i f-ck on the chair
riding in foreigns my roof disappear, no i’m not lonely my shooter in here
diamonds they cold, it’s cooler in here
dressed in givenchy, i do it in here

[verse 1: d money]
shortie gone top me no matter who here
hit the lil b-tch then i p-ss her like here
shooting and aiming, i blow at your ear
n-ggas be casper they go disappear

[verse 2: lil mouse]
i get that money i stack it to spend
50s and 100s i ride in the benz
i’m f-cking sisters, i f-ck them they twins
send in them k!llers, they bring in his head

[verse 3: d money]
leave him with fishes, i hope he can swim
hit him with three but he caught a attempt
got about forty, i walk with a limp
i got twenty b-tches so now i’m a pimp

[verse 4: lil mouse]
n-ggas they snitching them n-ggas they feds
i don’t do that i get low in the benz
smoking this goofy she giving me head
pull up with shooters they aiming for heads

[verse 5: d money]
smoking on gucci and smoking on fred
leave me alone n-ggas snitching to feds
used to be hungry, but now i’m the man
shorties they out there, they shooting and spraying

[verse 6: lil mouse]
it ain’t a problem i want him he dead
milly a shooter he taking off heads
walking in designer, i walk in some bands
hit up them k!llers, they come in blue vans

[verse 7: d money]
glizzys and 40s i’m shooting out glocks
hollow tips, zombie tips peel out that mop
n-ggas is b-tches don’t be on they block
posted with gang i’m going to pop me a yop

[verse 8: lil mouse]
k!llas they coming they hop out with glocks
shortie a savage, got 50s and mops
n-ggas is b-tches i ride through their block
riding in rarris she giving me top

[verse 9: d money]
let it be know shortie giving me top
me and lil mouse f-cking lil older thot
shawty look nice with that lil top
left her on t then i p-ssed it to bob

[verse 10: lil mouse]
f-cking lil thottie and smoking on opps
leave her at her lot fill with shots cause i know he an opp
we don’t like 30s got drones on the glock

[verse 11: d money]
up in the wrong boy you still getting shot
f-ck is you doing boy thats 50 shots
n-ggas is b-tches they talking to cops
don’t f-ck with n-ggas them n-ggas is opps

- lil mouse lyrics

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