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m.v.l.l. - m.v.l.l. lyrics

m.v.l.l. (ft. a.b., cron hypnostein, and ces) – “m.v.l.l.”
[emcee(s): a.b., cron hypnostein, and ces]
[producer(s): will tell]

[hook: all]
m-v-l-l
mad verbal lyrical lunatics on the rush
get weed, then sell
mad and it’s ‘cause we got heat and ready to bust
gems gleam, heads swell
brag at the fact that it cheese the clique touch
envy seash-lls
act stupid with your foolishness, n-gga, you’re b-tt

[verse 1: a.b.]
your man be
running these tracks, so you could run into slaps
run up quick—cl1ck—blow your lung out your back
hunting for stacks while my n-ggas tucking their gats
looking for facts? i can’t believe they’re nice like that
fight that cat, strike that match, light that hash
fight? let’s bash. sheist on cash. y’all n-ggas
hyper -ss and i don’t even like your ave
slice your -ss. you could lose your life that fast
go to school, know the rule? n-gga, light that cl-ss
you’s a fool? you’s a tool? get sniped when you p-ss

[verse 2: cron hypnostein]
yo, deep with a cut, darken the wound, harden
the scab, longen the scar. prolonging apart
i shorten afar, overseers, and obstacle parts
get bottle with tops, hot throttle and drop, cop
a bottle and spark, find you the hot models in tops
bounded them bots, c-m oozing out. me’ll
bruise without cops up, move the crowd
proved it now. while you booed, you down. shoot
the style. oh, you moving now? survived
the brutal pounds? unlive brains is noodles now
cruel and wild, fuel the wild with
abusive pounds, with a noose around, we’re
your troopers now to remove the crown. i’ve got
honor, part’. you know, son? f-ck the style

[verse 3: ces]
knock, knock on the mic. n-gga, who that there?
(lsp. i spit sh-t) how you do that there?
easy, pa. i keep it up the heezy, pa
is you gon’ rep yours? fo’ sheezy, pa
a lot of dudes in the street want to eat me, pa
but i just cruise with the heat ‘til they meet the god
see the god? n-gga, better greet the god
or get your wig pushed in like a vcr
moving on up: hot bites, see vr
pop sh-t, i’ll make you famous like a tv star
see, we are hotter than your average cats
talk sh-t, i’ll bark fifths and push your cabbage back

- m v l l lyrics

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