sha hef - motorolla music lyrics
[intro]
yo let’s make this quick man
i got some money in front the building waiting for me man
i can’t be having this n-gg- waiting i gotta get these chips man
extortion man, you heard
hunnit round hef
true
[verse]
i lit the blunt with a match and then i ashed it
the shit was m-ssive, blew it and never p-ssed it
hopped in the whip with the ratchet, it was cl-ssic
buried the body with maverick, then i crashed it
you could get stretched like elastic or gymnastics
b-st-rds, choppers make you do back flips into caskets
that’s street tactics, pump in my hood, pay your taxes
take the bread from your mattress, and ya -ss kicked
baby girl jump out the shower, take a b-mp of powder
she sucked me dry for ’bout an hour as i smoke the sour
i’m chasing money and the power, drowsy off them downers
a audi, same color as chowder, outtie on you cowards
back on the block, ash all on my elbows
d-circle the block, stash the work in my sh-ll toes
the strap on me like velcro, you ain’t know
cocaine flow, hit the booth, spit that propane flow
i bought a line of kurt cocaines blow off amazon
you only keep your hammer on when the cameras on
they don’t respect you in the hood, you like a hammer song
i ain’t gotta clap, my shooters always keep them hammers on
control the game like a -n-log, i hand ’em off
drugs, i supply ’em in varieties like a catalog
i run new york like giuliani, keep the tooly on me
i’m a captain in the mob, you just a mooliani
wh-r-s from aruba, touching keys like computers
i fly my shooters to bermuda just to ride the scooters
left jab like juda, disturb the peace like luda
roll the buddha, then i stashed it right back in her ‘cuda
it’s lo frazier, cool, cold as a glacier
erase ya, long range, shoot like a pacer
my drink resemble the lakers for the paper
i earthquake ya face, then blow the vapor
[hook]
drive slow, i got a body in the trunk
sawed off, riding shotty in the front, listening to dump
sipped out, rolling gotti’s with the blunts
my young boys kamikaze if you front, let a n-gg- stunt
i pull the mask low, clap slower then gr-ss grow
them slugs hot as tabasco, you -sshole
it’s hunnit round hef, drive a n-gg- to the cliff and throw him to his death
next his b-tch throw me neck
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