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mello/nlu mell - facts lyrics

facts lyrics
ion smoke but got my homies smokin new opps(smokin new opps)
& f+ck that pole my b+tch she went & bought a new glock(gun sound)
drill after drill the other side look like the boondocks(they sh+t empty)
when i catch him im baby lane he gone be 2pac(i got the juice now)

f+ck a demon b+tch my squaddy full of monstas(squaddy)
& f+ck a glizzy we got 50s stuffed in choppas(gun sound)
f+ck a wifey the twin cities full of boppas(nasty b+tch)
its hoes & money team snitch k man f+ck a talker(f+ck kidgo)

the opp’s be put up we been slidin fa sum years(b+tch i been slidin)
spot a n+gga it’s like headlights on a deer (oh yea i got em)
aiming fa yo top u betta watch ya еars (b+tch free matty)
these n+ggas turnt me up i’m up anothеr gear (sis this fa u)

i follow opp’s to the function like its twitter(bird call)
jump out gang walk up gang give they ass the jitters(scream)
cl!ck clack (gun sound) sh+llz get in up in em like a splinter (bow bow bow bow)
stomach shot a n+gga put em onna sh+tter (f+ckin sh+tty)

or a head shot that a get a n+gga gone
catch a m h+ll naw i’m not going home
i’m skippin states im ducked off right where i belong(b+tch i’m in cali)
& free my k!llas we smoke jb out the bong (that vince sh+t boo boo)

they like migo turn down shorty yo ass t’d (i go crazy)
h+ll naw not till the whole opp is r.i.p. (f+ck the opp)
forever ridin for la bro i’m bcg (bc ganggggggg)
we been winnin since we made 8 1 13
my b+tches play these n+ggas like some f+cking phone apps
n+ggas only sell 3.5s & swear they phone tapped (knock it off)
boy i get straight to the paypay i need no map
these n+ggas out here bad like a dike with no strap (u f+ckin goofy)

these 223 stuffed wit them bullets size as a hogie
ion fw phonies free bmoe free bogie
no turkey no beef just my ham n+ggas only
say they hamk man these p+ssies betta show me

keep it on me if i was u wouldn’t run up on me
& i’m that n+gga got yo b+tch dropping her chonies

i’m in glo i’m like the minnesota quevo
sneak a n+gga leave em dizzy jose quevo
yeah they jumped i came poppin sh+t like faygo
100 shots so long i shoot until i k.o

put this d up on yo b+tch nba lock up
shout out yo boo thing dropped y’all pin we finna pop up
go get sum new whips cause all y’all impalas shot up
call me chef boy r 40 have yo body chopped up

& let a n+gga reach its merched i’m blowin quick fast
4nickle bullets hit yo top now u got whip lash
yo money got that p+ssy fa u wit yo trick ass
yo momma she a b+tch too fa not swallowing yo b+tch ass (rae santana)
these n+ggas fans these n+ggas lames these n+ggas rudies
dissin the ham we drop yo homies wit the frooties (up inna drank)
s/o doodoo he a demon wit that toolie
i’ll punkin face a n+gga swell em up like he tookie

aim on trey wild free mr.38 baby
s/o tm my n+ggas strapped up like the navy
free tone land that boy a problem he go crazy (ftl)
ain’t wanna take it there but these f+ck n+ggas made me

n+ggas be mo faker then a mf barbie
stop merchin on ya mans like he was somebody
don’t have functions no mo nlu shut down parties
& i keep a choppa wimme i ain’t talkin harley

i told y’all once them west side n+ggas is a bunch a rapists
tryna rob sum broke mfs fa no money n a bracelet
& they ain’t got no hoes so that p+ssy yea they hadda take it
i know y’all feelin sh+tty finna go do 20 fa them cases

u seen me at up work and u ain’t make sh+t shake
if we was on dem blocks rae boy u woulda did the race
u just wanted to look a real n+gga in his face
now y’all tell me is it just me or do that sh+t sound g+y

n+ggas put me in they song but who tf r u
n+ggas homie died and they ain’t did sh+t but argue
when my homie died i was outside like where r u
them n+ggas don’t be on selby bust a right down marshall

- mellonlu mell lyrics

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