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"d to the a" (remix) - lil mop lyrics

i’m from the gee homie
please put respect on it
i won’t stop snappin’ til i get a check on it
ice on my wrist homie this ain’t a diss
but they know i’m up next on it
lets place some bets on it
long -ss d-ck for yo b-tch she on c-ck tho
shots hit his chest homie fold like a taco
two hoes plus me and bro so that’s “cuatro”, (4)
this semi with a d-ck will have em singin’ like dialo
“woof” i’m a dawg yea a n-gga get to seizing sh-t
feds takin’ pictures they can flash me on some cheesin’ sh-t
told them n-ggas i’mma make it
guess they didn’t believe the sh-t
this 40 that i squeeze, you catchin’ bullets like diseases b-tch
(skrt, skrt)
hoe i told you that i been hot
oklahoma temperature like yachty should’ve been yacht
i need a maserati to be c-cky should’ve been copped
these b-tches in my messages, them hoes should’ve been popped
swear to god my n-gga got the strap, that’s on my momma bro
need my money not like yesterday, my n-gga vamanos
countin’ bread heads stuffed with cheese like it’s dominos
and you ain’t really bout it, doubt you even want the drama hoe
and yea tt got the llama bro
bet you freeze up like bender off the futurama show
we slice and dice and cook his -ss up, no benny tyson tho
we winnin’ like obama, doubt you even want the problems bro
been said that we dedicated
when you start sh-t, better get to prayin’
yo text message i been read it
ain’t textin’ back because i’m too famous
on the road like everyday, just smokin’ loud got me feelin’ painless
i hit a n-gga with the chopsticks, he dead now, nah i’m just playin’
when i get to grippin’
my n-gga you just go missin’
because i’m full of ammunition
you p-ssy n-ggas is superst-tious
i don’t like to listen to b-tchin’
might just end up in prison
dreamin’ bout the kitchen and chickens and how i failed to mention
lie to yo girl, tell the truth to the judge
ain’t trappin’ or swipin’, but swear you a thug
hop on the mic when you bout to get love
when i’m countin’ these hunnits don’t ask for a dub
hot in the club, b-tch don’t ask for no hug
you too broke to recall but swear you the plug
sprite be so dirty we call that sh-t mud
and my sprite be so dirty leave rings in the cup

- lil mop lyrics

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