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mo p. (stl) - 40 yo a** lyrics

[intro: camgangpj or bigbosspj and mo p]
brother? b+tch i don’t even got no brother and im strictly slamming you broke, b+tch, fakin ass n+gga you broke (aye) yall not getting(the f+ck going on n+gga, them tappas in hur n+gga) no money and thats why yall mad at me, cause yall broke as muhf+cka, broke ass..scramblin ass n+ggas.(main tap, shreve tap, whateva you wanna call it we innis muhf+cka)

[verse 1: mo p]
the lexus red seat tinted myself dis ho double 5
vwagg inna cat 22 jeep sittin in the cut by johns
den luh cuh they in st clair come back turbo q5
control all of the outies on god dey don’t even slide
two birds on top you ona news nun new just cut off lights
get away that same day call us down don’t got’a switch up yo ride
la bruh carjacked his benz he lеavin shootin dey outside
playin broadway brung the bird out broadday droppеd spikes like 3 times
play the middle da street they close yack took they ass to the south
jump out fully quipped rp it let off 59
praying on the last shot that ct shot just call me plenty shots
jumped the curb in a sport f150 look down drop the glock
don’t open door we doing business see b+ttons and bags of za
metal b+ttons don’t do the 3d’s its f+ck them plastic nines
b+tton on 22 gen 4 it let off rapid shots
i had tapped the trigga only one time let off 11 shots , catch a opp
hop out line em up im tryna stretch a opp

[verse 2: curry b ]
qp gon come thru taggin sh+t up his ass a reckless opp
different pins on all the glizzies boy these ain’t no regular glocks
7 glocks we just hit one ball out that sh+t won’t never stop
21 in my bag this b+tch so big i call it lesna brock
trapping out the trackz im with luh cee finna go buck down bog
birds on top flying down 70 i think the tussin hot
glock to his head i hit that b+tch and now his m+ffin hot
she talking my ears off b+tch you wanna f+ck or not
if she want a meatroll boy you better hit the block
this sh+t ain’t for everybody sumn n+ggas gon hit the clock
i got that glee on me for a reason ian come ta box
[verse 3: amg qp]
boy you dumb ah f+ck if you think you finna get up on qp
got this 762 arp with the fully metal piece
this summer might just block ando off n+ggas can’t come up this street
cee still got one too he really making n+ggas beat they feet
n+ggas b+tch they smiling in yo face acting like they yo people
i come from where geeks make sure it ain’t no straight up on dey knees
walk up on me like cmon man one more time and i need you
say he onnat woulda just to know that i can’t wait to see you
switches blast if you ball up this street no i wouldn’t wanna be you
catch a opp snoozing we smack nuggets that where we gon leave you
i like my regular glock clip but cuh rocked out with the see thru
toting big ass g+locks no i can’t rock out with no g2

[verse 4:smt cee money]
im cee money n+gga
and i really slap
my windows they slapped, im getting through any gap
4 deep ina track glocks in the front dracs in the back
on shreve pull round the back i made like 10 sittin on my ass
ain’t never went to school i always went to juggin class
same white boy in that all black durango and i shook his ass
ina scat i ain’t no regular driver i’m gone throw the ass
slow da whip bro go hop on feet he gon 40 yo ass

- mo p stl lyrics

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