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going down - j molley feat. emtee lyrics

j molley] (sanele jeezike kms kid)
started young with this sh-t but i’m older now
drop a bag on my neck that’s a cold amount
if you speak on my name then it’s going down
oh
going down
going down
they say what goes around come around
you just buy them a bag and they come around
if you speak on my name then it’s going down
oh
going down
going down

i feel like i’m turbo i run that sh-t back
in a big body benz baby this not a cab
i love shawty aesthetic, come back up that -ss
shawty whipping cayenne but she cold as alaska

she a god with the stick so i call that b-tch rambo
20 000 just to host where you can’t go
she sipping dom but she dropping that -ss low
when i f-ck up the club i don’t f-ck up the bankroll

lil b-tch you stupid go read you a book or something
came from nothing to something this sh-t is nothing
come from nothing to something to heavy stunting
all my b-tches get mad when i get to cuffing

these b-tches get mad i wasn’t even f-cking you
how you gon stunt on boy i’ve done more than you
lil b-tch you stupid you f-cking on fathers
made a million did it without my father

i f-ck all these b-tches then i keep my mouth closed
she don’t wanna talk because i have that mouth full
bad b-tch spinning on me like vinyl
i’m sipping purp i ain’t talking bout nyquil

i got some dirt on her she gonna cry still
b-tch i’m like christ i made her my disciple
dripping this auqafina and i’m iced up (iced up, iced up)

started young with this sh-t but i’m older now
drop a bag on my neck that’s a cold amount
if you speak on my name then it’s going down
oh
going down
going down
they say what goes around come around
you just buy them a bag and they come around
if you speak on my name then it’s going down
oh
going down
going down

it’s going down foreal
which n-gga holding you down for real
i smoke bout a pound foreal
running’ the town forreal
ridin’ dolo and i got em shook up
say you gon stop me then good luck
speak on my name they gon pull up
then i keep it movin’ with my chin up

smoking on gas and you know this sh-t stank
looking at me funny when i walk into the bank
your sh-t slap, n-gga my sh-t spank
everybody love me i got dank

jozi my city it’s tatted, i don’t like cappers
don’t believe in the magic
p-ss me the cabbage, straight to the head like a savage
yeah they hate when you’re happy

in the city finessing the plug
soon as i pull up they showing me love
lately i’m not in the club
i get the money i’m putting it up

i don’t know what they on about
still pop my sh-t and they love my sound
n-ggas been trying to count me out
on a high level b-tch i move with the sh-t

hold up relax
who the f-ck told you that you was all that?
b-tches get paid to put a product up on their snap
now they snapping at me like they dax
superficial b-tches f-cking for decimals
all they care about is being the centerfold
i cannot educate minds that are minuscule
how do you tell the devil he’s a bitter fool
f-cking on men that go home to their children
she got a hundred exes man i feel like scott pilgrim
i don’t need a hundred million ‘less i got a hundred children
i don’t need a hundred children
i guess everybody got their opinions
it’s sickening
(look at the stars and i see it’s written it)
i told her focus on me pop a ritalin
triple 6 i just say it for the thrill of it

that’s cute lil boy i got 10 of ’em
get on my level and flex again
too many men i feel 50 cent
where the shawties i need like of 10 ’em

s5 drop top
sip wop, hit the club
f-ck i’m rich enough i’m sipping
rich in the kitchen i hit the hilton if

- j molley feat emtee lyrics

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