young mugz – galore lyrics
(intro)
i got
b-tches galore
money galore
still i want more
still i want more (x3)
(verse 1)
i got b-tches galore
still p-ssed out on the floor
fire in my eyesz
they look like burning meteors
f-ck the fancy metaphors
what i got to be fancy for
what you know bout
4 o clock
feds kicking in the door
i’m off of the hinges
that’s words from my missus
i’m a man on a mission
like a soldier in the trenches
ogs was my influence and i was just an apprentice
i learned to never trust a b-tch
cause they got hidden agendas
and it’s hard to be aware
of the fake
when change like a b-tches hair
different weaves
with tricks up they sleeves
and if every nigha a indian
who the f-ck is the chief
so let me be the relief
to the ones who feeling grief
cause originality deceased
and copying increased
impostors
so many plotters
i need some choppas
a couple a shottas
who shoot for brains
when they aim
so ain’t no need for a doctor
(melodic)
just identify and keep it moving
by switching up you n-gg-s is proven
too many snakes and rats where the humans
facades and frauds you nighas living illusions
ugh
(hook)
used to be trapping out the store
but i needed more
wanted riches galore
wanted b-tches galore
wanted c-ke from the border
straight from cuba over water
beware of this killer author
f-ck fame
i’m out for slaughter
too much money ain’t enough
you think i’m fake call my bluff
and u don’t ask around to see if i’m really tough
as you you run
i’ll bet you that gun bust
bah!
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