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mwa - v cards and green cards lyrics

[verse 1: mwa calor]
b-tch hol’ up and go slow slow
out here in the u gettin’ green for the low low
f-ck a two piece, i go solo
lettin’ b-tches slide oh no no no no no no
‘preme, bape, ain’t no f-ckin’ polo
let the haters hate, i’ma eat my steak
two-fifty for a d-mn plate, stay gettin’ paid
can’t wait for friday, that’s the turn up day, that’s the only way, that’s the m-th-f-ckin’ payday

[verse 2: mwa calor]
i ain’t talkin’ candy bar, i’m just talkin’ gold bars
takin’ b-tches v cards and them green cards
spray ya noggin with a drum mag
chasin’ b-tches i ain’t all about that
we just camp outside yo’ sh-t, call it f-ckin’ out back
not the f-ckin’ food place, catch ya outside and if you’re reading this it’s too late

[verse 3: mwa calor]
been coastin’ with your b-tch hangin’ on my shoulda
got the ak-47 strapped around my shoulda, thought i already told ya (yuh, yuh) (yuh, yuh)
people gon’ talk but they don’t got a mouth
got that ak and i let that b-tch out
you ain’t gon’ talk, you gon’ keep ya mouth shut
let that boy have it, i can’t keep it tucked
said i won’t hold back, you havin’ it all
this ain’t the finals, but i’m finna ball
can’t have it your way, it’s not burger king
let that b-tch eat it like b-dubs those wings

[outro: mwa calor]
clout diggas don’t f-ck with that
sneak b-tches can’t rock with that
cheap b-tches can’t talk the smack

- mwa lyrics

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