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no hooks - mall money lyrics

[intro]
this sh*t ain’t [?]

[verse]
pop out the car like i’m [?]
[?]
that blue*green lights, who knows how to run i better chase
[?] spin the block, treat him like cookies he got baked
line him up like dominoes. [?] everybody in the way
[?] pop out with hollows in the mag
pull up guns [?]
[?]
i feel like jordan ’96 we spanking n*ggas back to back

[?] no hooks, gang gang

told them they can’t come outside so why the f*ck they on the [?]
[?] like the [teacher/?] on the truck
and we pull like it’s christmas we gon’ rob em like [?]
[?] making a srt do drills
i f*cked her and her best friend made the ugly one call the [lip/?]
call that b*tch accross the [garden/?] because i know she for the streets
i ain’t [?]
im a lil too hot, [?] microwave i keep my heat
knock off his head, then we play [?] kickin’ up sh*t all the street
fendi drip this sh*t ain’t cheap
pop my sh*t i do my thing
in a droptop [?] beamer got no [?] like [?]
[?] my b*tch she super real call her gang gang
social media fry they brains
off the net boy you a [?]
i ain’t not no windshield wipers i ain’t goin’ back and forth
if he [?] f*ck the [?]
[?] like he got too close to the torch
leave his brains on the porch and we pop [ways/?] like a divorce
snitch k, [?]
[?] kick my feet up [?]
[?] barcelona or new york
coun’t dead president’s, i’m chasin’ hunnids, my heart damaged
the only time he [?] some bread when that f*ckboy make a sandwich
keep my [?] collect me some [?]
it’s just somethin’ about this whip i know i’ve seen that on her [friends/?]
it’s just somethin’ about this sh*t, i clapped him then i clapped his mans
i be doing so much clappin’ till the story all sounds true
put my right hand on the bible, you [?] smoke i clap you
i don’t be f*ckin’ [?] alpha hoes but [?]
i raise my hand, she shut the f*ck up, i smack pretty b*tches too
sometimes i lay [?] with my 30 like we plain’ 32
sometimes i lay up with yo b*tch [?]
[?] cause she an [?]
i’m rockin’ palm angels drip, can’t let the devil steal my heats
[?] i’m startin’ to feel like i’m [?]
i ain’t sayin’ i’m a creepy [?] we [?]
fingers [?]
f*ck that gang gang sh*t, [?] and get some money
she a badass like she [?], i can’t cap that ass chunky
gang be [?] i hate that he a real junkie
[?]
she put [?] in her lip and now she h*rny she gon’ [?]
i told her it ain’t goin’ down she better [?]
[?] now she sippin’ [?]
[?]
she move control just like she [?] when she make love to the [?]
same stupid bop making ugly faces when the perky drop
[?]
red dot aiming at his head, f*ck a leg shot
catch a opp, let the nickle [?] like some rain drops
[?], ima keep on dropping hard sh*t non stop
red bottles, not some [?]
sacrifices, had to leave my shoes climbin’ to the top
the top

no hooks

- mall money lyrics

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