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moula 1st – 1 billion lyrics

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[chorus]
grew up pushing madonna
would’ve sold dope to my mama (sold dope to my mama)
the goal is one comma
zero, zero, zero, comma (comma)
zero, zero, zero, comma
zero, zero, zero, dollars (dollars)
somethin’ like a dead beat father
with these lil’ boys i can’t bother (bother)

[verse 1]
who you think you tryna line up
i bring extra clips to the barber (clips to the barber)
brought sixty to harbour
i can take you, and your partner (you, and your partner)
i call the plays, go get me a marker (go get me a marker)
why call my name, you not a starter (you not a starter)
i been the man since like sixteen
even back then i was rolling with a mixed breed
you already know what happens when you p+sst me
start seeing red, then i start moving glitchy
i’ll do it live, i bring my own symphony (symphony)
moula been p+sst since a lil’ pitney (pitney)

[chorus]
grew up pushing madonna
would’ve sold dope to my mama (sold dope to my mama)
the goal is one comma
zero, zero, zero, comma (comma)
zero, zero, zero, comma
zero, zero, zero, dollars (dollars)
somethin’ like a dead beat father
with these lil’ boys i can’t bother (bother)
[verse 2]
i won’t forget it
p+sst me you have to regret it (hm)
insta’ can’t stop me, i’m already legend (already legend) (hm)
twenty+six vids, okay, moula we get it (get it, get it) (hm)
can’t talk to me no kind of way, i won’t let it (let it, let it) (hm)
they’re scared i might three+peat
they gotta pull out the cheat sheet (pull out the cheat sheet)
they must’ve thought i was d+league
now they all know not to cheese me (know not to cheese me)
thought you were hall of fame, this is so easy (thought you were hall of fame, this is so easy)
can’t leave the game alone, i know it needs me (ha) (hm)

[chorus]
grew up pushing madonna
would’ve sold dope to my mama (sold dope to my mama)
the goal is one comma
zero, zero, zero, comma (comma)
zero, zero, zero, comma
zero, zero, zero, dollars (dollars)
somethin’ like a dead beat father
with these lil’ boys i can’t bother (bother)



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