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xooxoo555 remix - lyrical moron lyrics

hook( lyrical moron)
man i’m tired of these n*ggas say who i’m trash but workin to hard and they hating
never gonna sell my soul cause i know that i’m cold with flow so i know imma make it
and i’m zooming through atlanta with a bag full of cash and you know that the gang taking
then i pulled to his room let it shoot then we bagged up the xoos like the 21st making
and they saying i gave it to satan
spreading lies what that n*gga be saying
and you better be careful cause we watching you the peep hole and you can’t escape it
make him bleed he was number one faking
in his house and we getting to painting
gotta a lambo a porsche and horse and we riding around finna whip yea we racing
verse 1 (lyrical moron)
i’m a zebra no way i be racist
only 20s and biggie bluefaces
i gotta watch out they lookin for cases
if they find me i ain’t gonna make it

so pull out the 20s and we spraying
and that boy on his knees make him praying
break and bad but she without the breaking
she a baddie we know that she taken

then we catch em slipping slip and slide
then we shoot em tell them he did suicide
rapping about the time on a homicide
and i got baddie i know that she on my side
then let it blow on the side
like f*ckin restaurant n*gga dying (dine)
on the top and the front of the line
make him feel like he run outta time

lit him up ain’t no game little n*gga be crying
and sh*t causeim still at the top of it
tell the profe that i’m hanging it out for a minute my
n*ggas will work and the block and sh*t

i was takin it out and the back and a n*gga was
hopin and heard he was talkin sh*t
so i walked in his school went class and i
nocked lil ass into sp*ce like a rocket ship

hook (lyrical moron)
man i’m tired of these n*ggas who say i’m trash but workin to hard and they hating
never gonna sell my soul cause i know that i’m cold with flow so i know imma make it
and i’m zooming through atlanta with a bag full of cash and you know that the gang taking
then i pulled to his room let it shoot then we bagged up the xoos like the 21st making
and they saying i gave it to satan
spreading lies what that n*gga be saying
and you better be careful cause we watching you the peep hole and you can’t escape it
make him bleed he was number one faking
in his house and we getting to painting
gotta a lambo a porsche and horse and we riding around finna whip yea we racing

verse 2 (2glockshawdy)
i think i need help i been searching for love
remember that night i ran off on the plug
he keep calling back and i ain’t picking up
dont call him a b*tch im gon run outta love
and i was a jit kicking sh*t in the club
and i was 15 when i learned how to love
but never again that sh*t down for the birds
naggy lil b*tch she be getting on my nerves
remember them nights i was out on that curb
all my hitters stay ready to work
go to sleep in yo bush and then wake up and pur
them junkies go crazy the first and the third
you claim you a boss you ain’t put in no work
he p*ssy you scared let him get him a skirt
got this sh*t out the mud like im playing in the dirt
if you can’t feel my vibe you ain’t ever been hurt

man i swear thats why im tired
i been keeping my head in the sky
if its smoke then you better pick a side
ain’t no question my n*ggas gonna ride
stick together came in with the vibe
for my n*ggas im risking my life
take a gamble im rolling the dice
say she love me that b*tch was a lie
and i hate when they say…

hook (lyrical moron)
man i’m tired of these n*ggas say i’m trash but workin to hard and they hating
never gonna sell my soul cause i know that i’m cold with flow so i know imma make it
and i’m zooming through atlanta with a bag full of cash and you know that the gang taking
then i pulled to his room let it shoot then we bagged up the xoos like the 21st making
and they saying i gave it to satan
spreading lies what that n*gga be saying
and you better be careful cause we watching you the peep hole and you can’t escape it
make him bleed he was number one faking
in his house and we getting to painting
gotta a lambo a porsche and horse and we riding around finna whip yea we racing

- lyrical moron lyrics

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