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moltisanti & lb – bad boys iii lyrics

[intro: snoop dogg]
right now everybody tryna rap the same style, i don’t know who created it, if it’s future or the migos but all them n-ggas sound the same -imitates migos “versace” flow-. i say a n-gga had me in the studio one night tryna do that sh-t i’m like “man cut this sh-t off! f-ck am i in here doing n-gga? i don’t rap like that!”

[verse 1: moltisanti]
uh, young black and i’m winning/
if i want it ima get it/
feeling like king midas even vga cameras can’t f-ck up my image/
my posse pursuing the paper gotta get paid like dirty politicians/
n-ggas claim they in the building/
how come all i see is room for improvement? /
i got the loud and it’s lit/
got her faded off a hit/
won’t split them thighs unless she thick/
like ja rule how i murder this ink/
this is rap excellence, black excellence, rise to your feet! /
still roll one with gugley/
still real talk with swizzy/
still got hamez on the phone every friday night tryna know what’s litty/
suited and booted when i’m in the booth, a motherf-cker means business/
this is audio crack after one listen you gon fail a p-ss test/

[hook: lwrdvlm]
man it’s gotten to the point where i forgot i know your names/
i don’t f-ck with you lames though/
and you acting h-lla brainy you be outchea switching lanes i don’t f-ck with you lames bro/

[verse 2: lb]
see me trapping everyday/
i’m making moves, making plays/
n-ggas switched up, i don’t care boy, wake n bake we don’t play/
ps4 not xbox/
got the game in a headlock/
do this long enough i won’t need aim when i’m taking head shots/
motherf-ck the police/
i’ll be p-ssing that broccoli/
got me feeling like iniesta in the champion’s league, that’s godly/
bigger leagues, bigger trees/
got them shawtys on they knees/
if i pray for them once/
they gone want another nut/
they gone want another nut, then another blunt, then another nut whoa/
then she tell me babe roll another one i just wanna hit it raw/
if i tell her slow down, she gon want some more/
got her feeling me like surgery/
got her feeling me like a cavity/
ay/

[hook: lwrdvlm]
man it’s gotten to the point where i forgot i know your names
i don’t f-ck with you lames though/
and you acting h-lla brainy you be outchea switching lanes i don’t f-ck with these lames bro/

[verse 3: kudafreshbunz]
there’s some things i gotta say now/
and i guess it’s just the plan just to say it now/
they see me rolling up a doobie and i’m h-lla proud/
he be the one with the jig and the saucing/
you gotta respect /
my n-gga you know that we running with the bosses/
see we pull up we don’t skrr skrr/
we pull up and take your mami then she gone/
and they be praying that we put you in the posse/
all of my n-ggas don’t like chicken we beefin it up/
we beefin it up/x3
i see you, i see you, i see you, you chickening out/
you don’t even know you just running your mouth/ x2

- moltisanti lb lyrics

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