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mook tbg - confessions lyrics

[intro]
(d+mn, you went beats mode on this one)
brrt, gang, gang
yeah
hmm, it’s big mook, n+gga (pablo, you crazy for this one, haha)
ha, gang, gang, brrt, brrt

[chorus]
he ain’t do nothin’, he dead wrong
got me outside with this drac’ on (drac’ on)
n+ggas go back broke, we take some
we gon’ make a t+shirt with his face on (brrt)
i can’t not miss this collect call, talk to my dawg on a pay phone (h+llo?)
i tie a rope around these n+ggas necks, watch how they move, they gon’ hang themselves (ha+ha)
[verse]
when you showing love, sh+t dangerous, that n+gga a b+tch, can’t hang wit’ us
all of these guns, they came wit’ us (yeah, yeah+yeah), i want thе money, in god we trust (yeah)
i had to opеn a few doors, i put the car in sports mode (vroom)
we know them n+ggas act like hoes, paint the walls in this b+tch like picasso (boom+boom, brrt)
i was taught to just move like a narco, ain’t no city or place that i can’t go
i can’t lie, gotta me a gun close, i’m outside, spend a ticket on melrose
i been falling a sleep with a red rose, he can’t come to the hood, that’s a red zone (red zone)
smoking these cookies, my head gone (head gone)
that lil’ b+tch think she stuff ’cause her head strong (head strong)
he was hating ’til we got his mans gone, them lil’ n+ggas keep singing the same song
n+gga, you broke, you dead wrong
we gon’ serve all that sh+t ’til the pack gone (the pack gone)
on his head, we put them racks on (grrah)
n+ggas dead, they ain’t coming back home (brrt+brrt)
we gon’ keep going up ’til we all on, stick ’em up, we put a bag on (gang+gang)
all these 100s, spend it and get it back
you wouldn’t know what to do wit that
when they see the car, they be like, “who is that” (yeah)
i ride in a coupe wit’ a gun in the back (phew)
we is not putting no gun in no bag
we never lackin’, these n+ggas be acting
i just been thinking ’bout catching a body, they tryna hide, it ain’t hard to find me (no)
labels ain’t got enough money to sign me, look how much money i spent on these diamonds (bling+bling)
that sh+t was perfect timing, car taking off on whoever behind me (vroom)
somebody dying, that’s all my mind see
we puttin’ hoes in his white tee (brrt+brrt, brrt+brrt)
got ’em mad, they wanna fight me
we know that he wanna be like me (yeah)
[chorus]
he ain’t do nothin’, he dead wrong
got me outside with this drac’ on (yeah, yeah+yeah)
n+ggas go back broke, we take some
we gon’ make a t+shirt with his face on (yeah+yeah)
i can’t not miss this collect call (brrt), talk to my dawg on a pay phone (yeah+yeah)
i tie a rope around these n+ggas necks (yeah+yeah), watch how they move, they gon’ hang themselves (yeah+yeah)

- mook tbg lyrics

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