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mp - fillmore lyrics

[verse 1: mp$]

i said you can catch me
rollin up the indo
play hoes like nintendo
just po’d myself a 4
so i can slow down the tempo
broke n-gga your ends low
mad because i get dough
these urkel -ss n-ggas
steady hating cause they wins-low
my team winning, bad hoes i’m seen with em’
check the stats, we getting stacks
how you figure that?
catch me counting a million cash
at the top floor where the villa at
n-ggas writing a million raps
just to get they money
where the ceiling at
ball hard like mj, that michael jackson
bring thriller back, cold flows
pimp game proper, got the feeling that
i need more hoes
ups with the work and deliver like digiornos
jugg all in my cup
got a n-gga moving slow mo
girl don’t do me wrong
she want me in her bed, her n-gga want me on his song
now what’s the odds?
of a n-gga getting in between
cause you got a nice -ss
and the walk is mean
i want what’s in them jeans
genuine leather, adapt to the weather
top down riding round
and it only gets better
she in love with my cheddar
packs we really moving
pulled up straight stunting
now these hoes choosing

[hook: mp$]

in the ferrari, the jaguar
switchin’ 4 lanes
with the top down screaming out
i f-cked your main thing
going hard with my dawgs
and that’s never gon change
getting new chicks, new whips
cause nothing was the same

[outro]

yeah, yeah yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah yeah
yeah

- mp lyrics

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