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sosmula - can't beat us lyrics

[intro]
808mafia

[chorus: sosmula & young lyxx]
see a bad b-tch, point her out
she on her period, enjoy the mouth
see a money n-gg-, point him out
sell a brick a boy, what’s your boy about?
can’t beat ’em, gotta join ’em now (join ’em now) (like, f-ck outta here!)
can’t beat ’em, gotta join ’em now (join ’em now) (woo!)
can’t beat ’em, gotta join ’em now (join ’em now) (yeah)
can’t beat ’em, gotta join ’em now (join ’em now) (aye, yeah)

[verse 1: young lyxx]
he say he gon’ rob me, well, point him out (point him out)
boy, you not in my lane, close you out, look (close you out, yeah)
i got like 50 with me and we holds it out (wow)
we treat the b-tches like the blunts, she goes around (wow)
and f-ck that little tea-cup, mind your business
that popping sh-t you rapping ’bout, i meant it (boy, i meant it)
and i know you n-gg-s hate, i’m not offended (not offended)
’cause the lifestyle you claim you livin’, live it (nah)
i’m with my day one n-gg-s (bow)
blowing h-lla strong grade a one, n-gg- (black)
on everything, in the group of real n-gg-s, you the fake one, n-gg-
go against us, i’ma stay hunnid n-gg- (hunnid n-gg-)
yeah, alright, my n-gg-
(well) which date, my n-gg-?
i’m about to let it serve me off the plate, my n-gg-
black

[chorus: sosmula]
see a bad b-tch, point her out
she on her period, enjoy the mouth
see a money n-gg-, point him out
sell a brick a boy, what’s your boy about?
can’t beat ’em, gotta join ’em now (join ’em now) (f-ck outta here!)
can’t beat ’em, gotta join ’em now (join ’em now) (mula!)
can’t beat ’em, gotta join ’em now (join ’em now)
can’t beat ’em, gotta join ’em now (join ’em now) (mula!)

[verse 2: sosmula]
n-gg-s can’t beat like i’m mayweather (f-ck outta here)
overcharging these n-gg-s, make ’em pay extra (mula!)
dope boy, leave the crack game never (cocaine)
i’m ’bout to cash out, n-gg-, like the bank teller (mula!)
a broke n-gg-‘s going to war with a deuce-deuce (f-ck outta here)
so when you walk the streets, i hope you’re bulletproof too (baow, baow)
if you a getting-money n-gg-, i salute you
i got the baddest b-tches, know i gotta scoop you (slide)
i got the ryder licks all the way from cali (what up, ryder?)
we in balenciaga shoes, don’t f-ck with balance (flee, n-gg-)
break the brick down, stuff it in the backing (cocaine)
plus your main b-tch love to call me daddy (mula!)

- sosmula lyrics

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