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let it fly - m.d.m.a (molly) lyrics

[intro]
indigo
yeah, yeah, yeah
ain’t no breakin’ down
okay, embasin
yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
been on full throttle, ain’t no breaking down (yeah, yeah, yeah)
yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)

[pre-chorus]
i been on full throttle, ain’t no breaking down
if we see we got ’em, we gon’ take ’em down
locked up in the gallow now i’m breaking out
i got one up in the chamber, i’ma break you down

[chorus]
aim it at a opp, i’ma let it fly, yeah
i got plenty mops, i got plenty fire
let them b-tches sing, bet they sound like choirs
i got plenty rank, i’ma leave ’em dying
aim it at a opp, i’ma let it fly, yeah
i got plenty mops, i got plenty fire
let them b-tches sing, bet they sound like choirs
i got plenty rank, i’ma leave ’em dying

[verse]
big sticks on me, man, they thought i was a caveman (shh)
pull up with the taliban, they thought i was arabic (yeah)
when we start dumpin’ we gon’ leave ’em on the pavement (boom)
dark side n-gga, we gon’ leave him where he stand
wish a n-gga would, he gettin’ carved
headshot him, if he die i’m at large
.30 on the hip, if he try, oh my god
for the graveyard kids, i’m a don, i’m a god (yeah)
swing that big -ss choppa ’til my arm is aching (yeah)
with my regiment, the artillery shaking (oh)
bustin’ out the roof to the top and the bas-m-nt (woah-woah)
molly have a suit and a mob in the making (yeah)
we gon’ drive to shoot and left fam where you prayin’
aim it at cahoots, we let loose at your man
starlight (starlight), pull up (pull up)
d-mn right (d-mn right), pull up (pull up)
he ride down with the coolant (coolant)
and the shadow right there and he doomin’ (doomin’)
that’s a challenge right there we pursuin’ (‘suin’)
plenty nightmares i influence (‘fluence)

[outro]
aim it at a opp, i’ma let it fly, yeah
i got plenty mops, i got plenty fire
let them b-tches sing, bet they sound like choirs
i got plenty rank, i’ma leave ’em dying
aim it at a opp, i’ma let it fly, yeah
i got plenty mops, i got plenty fire
let them b-tches sing, bet they sound like choirs
i got plenty rank, i’ma leave ’em dying

- m d m a molly lyrics

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