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molly (remix) - foogiano lyrics

[intro]
yeah, n*gga (huh? mob?)
2020, boy (uh)
y’all done f*cked up now, n*gga (it’s bad)
huh? yeah (authentic or nothin’)

[chorus: foogiano]
baby mama ain’t sh*t (nah)
she won’t let me see my son (ho)
but you f*ck with ’em, i’ma pop my gun
p*ssy, ain’t no one*on*one (rah)
n*gga, we come from the slums (mob)
thirty round, fifty round, hundred rounds
yeah, p*ssy boy them drums (drums)
have you prayin’ like a nun (huh?)
i ain’t never been a actor (huh?)
patrick, n*gga, with that cappin’ sh*t
we gon’ stomp his ass just like a [?] (uh)
the mayor but she call me master (uh)
got her to the spot, gave that b*tch a perc’
now she geekin’ like a banshee (geek)
she couldn’t even understand me (huh)
when i told her drop her panties

[verse 1: foogiano]
448, i get ’em gone (ah)
boy, this a hunned million dollar phone (uh)
they hit my jack, they say they need the strong
boy, you look broke as h*ll, you need a loan?
my n*gga, i’m nice, so you can have a loan (ah)
yo’ b*tch told me, “that was nice”, and then we boned (uh)
no time to cuff a n*gga, know i’m gone
trap on the defense, boy, i’m in the zone
ain’t gotta say it, you know how i’m comin’ (uh)
big nuts they hangin’ like a monkey
say he got fifty bags down in the dungeon
boy, i hear take some and he say he bummin’
say he gon’ shoot, well b*tch what it do? (ah)
i think he bluffin’, n*gga, where the proof?
told you we comin’ and we want the loot (ah)
try me, boy, i’ma leave you with no roof
i got that drank, b*tch, i got that juice
no, i ain’t bishop, but i keep the tool (yeah)
lil’ b*tch, it’s foo, but try me like a fool (ah)
i promise ya you won’t make another move
i’m in my groove, yeah, n*gga, i’m back
boy, i heard you been cuffin’ on that net (uh)
that b*tch, she l!ck me down until my sack (uh)
you got a new name, boy, we call you pat
he want the smoke, well b*tch what it is?
you know i’m slimy, n*gga, like a eel (slime)
know i’ll pop a n*gga like a pill
know i be drankin’ mud straight out the seal (mud)
yeah, it’s the mayor and i’m with the mob (mob)
yeah, we be trappin’, b*tch, we don’t do fraud
my k!llers, they young and layin’ in ya yard, b*tch, ah
[chorus: foogiano]
baby mama ain’t sh*t (nah)
she won’t let me see my son (ho)
but you f*ck with ’em, i’ma pop my gun
p*ssy, ain’t no one*on*one (rah)
n*gga, we come from the slums (mob)
thirty round, fifty round, hundred rounds
yeah, p*ssy boy them drums (drums)
have you prayin’ like a nun (huh?)
i ain’t never been a actor (huh?)
patrick, n*gga, with that cappin’ sh*t
we gon’ stomp his ass just like a [?] (uh)
the mayor but she call me master (uh)
got her to the spot, gave that b*tch a perc’
now she geekin’ like a banshee (geek)
she couldn’t even understand me (huh)
when i told her drop her panties

[verse 2: dababy]
she can keep her panties on when i hit her, yeah
she told me hurry up and take my ‘fit off, yeah
and she be on the clock, f*ckin’ real hard, yeah
she gon’ suck my d*ck when she get off, yeah
big bank roll in a burner
put a n*gga anywhere, i’m garanteed to turn up
don’t know the f*ck told these n*ggas they was soldiers
put my baby mamma in a m*th*rf*ckin’ rover (nrrr)
she caught the box when i sent in the sodas
i copped the drop, put that sh*t in and sold it
f*ck all that poppin’ i cl!ck and its over
we havin’ glocks in this b*tch, we ain’t show ’em
yeah, i got that thang, you ain’t even know it
i just got some brain, do your thing, she be blowin’
i had to change, got rich, its annoyin’
hop out, get paid for that b*tch, and i go in
nice to meet you, i pull up in the foreign, yeah
roll up, we brought a whole bowl in, yeah
f*ck her after i preform
she pop a pill, she f*ck like she do p*rn
my watch is real and i’m havin’ two on
f*ck around and put fire on your ass if you want
f*ck around and put iron on your ass like i’m ghost
f*ck around and see me grabbin’ her ass if you don’t
[chorus: foogiano]
baby mama ain’t sh*t (nah)
she won’t let me see my son (ho)
but you f*ck with ’em, i’ma pop my gun
p*ssy, ain’t no one*on*one (rah)
n*gga, we come from the slums (mob)
thirty round, fifty round, hundred rounds
yeah, p*ssy boy them drums (drums)
have you prayin’ like a nun (huh?)
i ain’t never been a actor (huh?)
patrick, n*gga, with that cappin’ sh*t
we gon’ stomp his ass just like a [?] (uh)
the mayor but she call me master (uh)
got her to the spot, gave that b*tch a perc’
now she geekin’ like a banshee (geek)
she couldn’t even understand me (huh)
when i told her drop her panties

- foogiano lyrics

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