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m.a.l.c. - trumpet lyrics

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[verse 1: m.a.l.c.]
my ex, tried to hit my line
ignore her didn’t work

it’s obvious she lost her mind
if she thought that she left me hurt

a lot of money on me
thotties flocking for the green

and you know my pockets
swollen every time i hit the scene

when i hit the mall
with this shawdy named ciara

a stack of h-lla hundreds
in my hand that i would hand her

if she come back with a problem
then it’s said & done, & handled

diamonds on me dancing
go hard for the cake like kanan

come back with that bag
my shawdy wanna take it off

ain’t no sitting on my -ss
unless i’m planning like a boss

i been hurt a couple times
it don’t hurt to take a loss

because to make it to success
you know that struggles what it cost

revival gang mafia
hop out we popping ya
without the use of us
using monoculars

n-ggas be gossiping
loss of their common sense
you would see there ain’t
no use in you stopping us

mind of a monitor
you n-ggas jocular
act like you popular
but you ain’t got no where

i’m at the at the top
on the peak of the pedestal

put your engine in reverse
what you better do

[hook: m.a.l.c.]
b-ss bumping like a f-cking
trumpet in my trunk

this that- this that
type of sh-t that be boomin’
straight from the jump

if you- if you hit my line
be prepared to say what you want

i be in the cut vybing
feeling so nonchalant

b-ss bumping like a f-cking
trumpet in my trunk

this that- this that
type of sh-t that be boomin’
straight from the jump

if you- if you hit my line
be prepared to say what you want

i be in the cut vybing
feeling so nonchalant

[verse 2: m.a.l.c.]
big booty bianca, be slaying
and come from yonkers

and the way it look
in that sun dress
gotta ask why she taunting

when she walking down the street

that lul baby goin’
cause some problems

you know she’ll walk up to me
i’m just saying, like to be honest

all i’m chasing is that bag
i gotta go and get some mo

could give a f-ck about my swag
could give a f-ck about yo hoe

i, swear to god
i had that sh-t just come and go

will i remain a lonely prodigy
only the lord knows

- m a l c lyrics

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