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møs møs - gaha lyrics

[verse 1: takeshine]
see me rollin’ deep with brodies like it’ fire force
turn the whip and smoke the leader board ‘n’ up the score
you wanna creep through my city, hoes want it more
i’m on some s rank sh+t, most powerful
yeah, yeah, i got
strapped down, strapped down, strapped down
racks up on my wrist
okay i got entourage and youtube money
i know n0body gave a f+ck about that album drop
you should throw away your hard drive
yo microphone hasn’t had enough?
wants to fry itself got a hard life
ooh, that boy flowing, flowing, going
givenchy, bodycon, burberry holdin
odm flight wit’ the twin glocks posted
catch another body with the shooters we posin’
poser ass boy wanna be relеvant
strays for the h+ll of it, i’m callin’ yo sh+t
so, come and handlе it
boy felt disrespect online
oh god, on fye between yo eyes

[interlude: yukidomari]
4.5 shots, the windows goin’ down, down, down
got that mac 10 with a beam, you hear that sound, sound, sound?
i met with yo b+tch and she gon’ mount, mount, mount
in her mouth, mouth, mouth (ah!)
like the dentist came to town, argh! (rah!)
[verse 2: yukidomari]
if he runnin’ from me, i’ma send that p+ssy to the sky (sky!)
in the heavens where he lie
if he talk then he gon’ die
he gon’ stutter on the mic
when he tryna talk bout i, i leave him streamin’ with the spike
he seein rings he see the light
huh, d+mn, wow, all these rappers be talkin’ like they even know me
got chops in the back of the whip and he smokin’
i turn ’em to ash like a mof+ckin’ stogie
and who wanna squabble
i topple an opp with a glock, he be duckin’, he waddle
my chop finna throttle, i’m makin’ him wobble
like takin’ a shot, make him gobble the bottle and swallow, like

[verse 3: jakeb]
y’all time runnin’ up, bl!ck loaded
bars in the dump, but he callin’ ’em goat’ed
clip getting dumped into the back till no motion
ditch on a mothaf+cka track, oop, i ghosted
he callin’ me yeager, i’m eren it out
b+tch bent, gettin’ backhand, terror on the town
he f+ck wit the regiment, scopin’ my scout down
know what we ’bout now, all ya b+tches bow down
yuh, this b+tch undeserving but wantin’ it bad
try groupin’ the clique ‘n’ this sh+t goin’ bad
she said wanna talk it out but im in my bag b+tch
and i don’t feel bad
don’t need these walls, i’m a titan myself
need a ray traced face with ya ugly ass self
‘n’ i’m gone wit’ an eighth to the face
wanna fick wit the survey, they ’bouta give em all h+ll
[outro: prodbyjxn]
why do i take the blame when it’s all your fault?
i just feel it in my system, make me lose control
and its just messing with my head
now i’m just all alone
no, i’ve had enough of you, i swear
i’ve had enough of you, i swear
and it’s times like this when i should care
but i don’t, no, keep it out of my head
it doesn’t end, it doesn’t end
it feels like it’s all in my head
it doesn’t end, it doesn’t end
it feels like its all in my head

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