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rob wellz (rap) - m.y.d.u lyrics

[intro]
joe milly
40

[chorus]
i’m in an ambulance
rockin’ hammer pants
doin’ the hammer dance
with no caneraman’s
my fam in canada man
man, y’all can’t understand
my cuz is talanted man
he’s rockin’ fans in the stands
he’s poppin’ bands in his hands
let’s cop sedans for some grands
the cops are plannin’ again
to put my mans on a stand
man y’all can’t understand
’cause y’all are poppin’ the xan’s
the flies are droppin’ in sand
my smoke don’t stop in the wind
i ain’t stoppin’ to win
bet that i’m droppin’ again
and when i drop in the end
my face gon’ pop up again
i’m talkin’ to you as friends
don’t try to look through my lens
my s is tinted no benz
man y’all can’t understand

[verse 1]
in this game
you’re playing pocket pool
with a socket tool
or a socket wrench
but i don’t watch the bench
i watch you wash the bench
another clock offense
i watch your watch pretend
to be authentic
you get apprehended
can’t writers block what my pen just did
and ya’ pendant sh-t
coulda bought 10 whips
it coulda fed them kids
don’t get offended b-tch
’cause if you was on my level
you’d been did it
i’m a futurama
your truth, i bended it
and your future honor
boy that sh-t been deaded
and your future baby mama
yeah, i bend that chick
used to doo-doo on my old tracks
i been that sh-t
they call me poo poosh out in shadyville
i am that sh-t
right after i break the mold
than i mend that sh-t
talk to the hand, royal flush
yeah, i end that sh-t

[verse 2]
i’m getting followed by d’s
on deliveries
can they let a n-gga breathe?
i’m choking on the trees
i don’t drop dimes, i just pick ’em up
i don’t stop crimes, i just stick ’em up
sloppy lil’ n-gga, go stiffen up
internet thugs, y’all just cl!ckin’ tough
y’all love drugs, i’m on different stuff
torn up tires, i’m whippin’ rough
whippin’, i’m whippin’ rough
y’all n-ggas trippin’ on chicken b-tt
i’m in the whip gettin’ chicken head
stop by a fiend, give ’em chicken fluff
marathon man, get ya’ ribbon cut
f-ck what you sayin’ ’cause you been livin’ a bluff
y’all sayin’ you wanna die
well that’s because you ain’t ready to live enough
cell phone thugs, guess ya’ bid is up
i’m an angel in my city
a demon when i’m ot
why the f-ck would i want a bad rep?
from all the n-ggas that know me
40 ridin’, 4 wheelers, 44 deep

[outro]
40
what we do, it’s what we do
40 knights, uh
joe milly

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