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mango foo - magnolia lyrics

[chorus: mango foo]
n-gga die-hard soldiers, you better not come over
n-gga try, then he die, like lil flip, game is over
got the rocket on me, no holster
in the trap doin’ what i ‘posed to
got the oven on me, i’ll toast you
make that chopper clap like magnolia
clap-clap, clap, clap clap, clap
clap-clap, clap, clap, in the trap doin’ what i ‘posed to
clap-clap, clap, clap-clap, clap
clap-clap, clap, clap, make that chopper clap like magnolia

[verse 1: mango foo]
chopper clappin’, give a round of applause
we ain’t playin’, k!ll ’em all
i’m super drippy from my head to my drawers
i be spillin’ all the sauce
i’m futuristic, lit like nas
i’m trappin’, servin’ milonakis
yes i’m servin’ all the narcs
yellow diamonds, no bart
pulled up in a push start
it’s the same color as pop-tart
send a load like a go-cart
hit the gas, give a little more spark
i can’t draw no arc but i paint a picture like mozart
and i don’t play with no darts
when i shoot, n-ggas losin’ body parts
yeah, i’m back to poppin’ that sh-t again
smokin’ more than a chimney
we thirty deep in the minivan
i done got back on my feet again
told these n-ggas ain’t playin’ no more
b-tch i been ballin’ like amber rose
this stick gon’ blow like a candle blow
get lit, hit up from the head to toe
you roody-poo, you snooze, you lose
you should’ve had your tool
i aim at him, i aim at you
i’m tryna hit the crew
big sticks, bamboo
takin’ shots, manu
big glock, yes i’m known to walk around with a few
you a shooter but you never ever ever gon’ shoot
how you gon’ slide and you ain’t never ever went on no move?
i’m sick and tired of all these n-ggas sayin’ what they gon’ do
i’m hearin’ rumors sayin’ they tryna get me for my jewels

[verse 2: 21 lil harold]
b-tch we love to trap, got that forty on my lap
play around, get your -ss whacked, play around, get your -ss stamped
n-gga we don’t do no lackin’, n-gga we don’t do no cappin’
21 gang, we taxin’, fox five gang get active
put a n-gga on the news, f-ck n-gga bound to lose
pull up on mango foo, he gon’ clap you too
spent one-thirty on that coupe, and it all my jewels
pistol gon’ clap in the day time, have your b-tch on facetime
time is money, don’t waste mine, pourin’ up tech, i’m up four lines
n-gga we don’t f-ck with your kind
y’all n-ggas soft, y’all too kind
street n-gga, real n-gga, f-ck with me, yeah yeah
you n-ggas, ain’t ’bout, sh-t, yeah yeah
ain’t cuffin’ no b-tch, we too, player player
hop out, dirty stick, whole lotta, sh-lls sh-lls
21 shootin’ at 12, n-gga we ain’t takin’ no l’s
shoot a n-gga through a dope bale
4l gang, no tellin’

- mango foo lyrics

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