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loosescrew (moscow) – they forgot lyrics

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[intro]
traphousemob
its like these n-gg-s forgot
still moscow march on anyones block
madara
loose
mmhmm
m17
madara
ay smoke
ay ay
still moscow march on anyones block

[hook]
its like these n-gg-s forgot, before suttin happened round ere
we already had lil man in a —
still slide around on a drop for the opps
get round, tryna serve some shots
we at war wid the opps n cops
still moscow march on anyones block

[verse 1]
they like loose ain’t doing no riding say it louder, sounds good for the trident
on sunday, im goin out sliding, got me thinkin, where the f-ck are they hiding
oh well, oh d-mn, its timing
there like “loose, man stop this sh-t”
i can’t stop this sh-t, this sh-t exiting
im tryna balance the b for money
i juss cut thru to the motive, she lookin all sweet, man heard you’re honey
i heard i got cheffed by 3, but these f-ckin neeks, these opps come funny
i can’t jeet if she ain’t got a booty, wid a bruck back, come look at dis 2 piece
got a red one sittin on the left, and a blue on the right, yh my shotgun fruity
landed on felts third time, as a juvie
me n jb on the, gbh, i swear that sh-t was a movie
back then, didn’t want parts, example, am, man im talkin —
go gon pop that corn, unruly
bare b-ms n knickers, at groupies

[hook]
its like these n-gg-s forgot, before suttin happened round ere
we already had lil man in a —
still slide around on a drop for the opps
get round, tryna serve some shots
we at war wid the opps n cops
still moscow march on anyones block
like

[verse 2]
when my pagans run from me, i swear man, i feel so offended
cuh there talkin w-ss on tracks, in the booth, theyre stil pretendin
i got a 15 inch thru his chest, lil man dont think you can bench it
in jail, crack man, den ill bench press
i juss stepped into the gym, big man said hes from pecks
but he ain’t gettin involed, now theres awkward tension
(?) he didn’t wanna mention, den act up for the clout on attention
thats why i can’t rate mans bredrin
they talk on some of my friends, thats suttin round dere, ain’t dumb —
dont matter bout relations, still get got
was it my mans coffin or what
i could tell you about days at cage, me, my, bro, twin n rage
twin had a long dot dot, den m juss p-ss me the glock
we used to slap at the pagons whip, till the roof came off
thats a new drop top

[hook]
its like these n-gg-s forgot, before suttin happened round ere
we already had lil man in a —
still slide around on a drop, for the opps
get round, tryna serve some shots
we at war wid the opps n cops
still moscow march on anyones block
its like these n-gg-s forgot, before suttin happened round ere
we already had lil man in a —
still slide around on a drop, for the opps
get round, tryna serve some shots
we at war wid the opps n cops
still moscow march on anyones block

[outro]
traphousemob



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