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mallydasicko - mally sosa lyrics

[verse 1]
( mallydasicko )
( mallydasicko x2 )
( run up on me believe i let a clip go x2)

i ain’t gon do this twice
won’t remind you again
next time i’m chopping limbs
hiding bodies
won’t be no end
it’s mallyda gasp
and it stops there
you can put what you put
but do not dare
slander my name in any shape or form if you do
i’m letting them chops air
riding in coupes bumping kevin gates
ignoring emails from record labels
you can say that im c*cky
b*tch i’m just thankful
now i feel like
i’m bringing sh*t to the table
i ain’t do sh*t to no one but show love
n*ggas acting like i really owe some
i owe you a smack n*gga are you dumb
never been a p*ssy never been a chump
but it’s still me
mallydasicko
let me know if it’s beef
grab the stick
what it hit for
choppa won’t miss you
hit you
make you spin hoe
i’m smoking that amp
you smoking that indo
i got that gas
don’t ask where it’s from
n*gga it’s stamped
i’m in the hood and they call me the man
run up a check and i play wit the bands
it’s me and the gang b*tch and the fam
it’s not like i pulled up and lane switch
but i did switch to a new lane switched the tags
mallydasicko
keep a 380
don’t try to play me
i’m really crazy
can’t get to you then i’m whacking your lady
run up
better fear for your safety
big chop big drum hold 80

[verse 2]
why do n*ggas think they f*cking with me
can’t do what i do
can’t do it like me
got this rapping sh*t
down to a t
green beam aimed straight at your tee
the picture you paint is a bluff to me
none of you n*ggas is tough to me
i move comfortably
through any n*gga hood
i am wherever i want to be
spreading rumors
that sh*t nothing to me
pillow talking get you put right to sleep
“mally a b*tch that n*gga a hoe”
for sure
i got your hoe sucking me
bird ass n*ggas stay ducking me
bird brain b*tches get nothing from me
think sh*t a joke
every laugh
i clap back with caps
tell your joke again
here go mally with the flows again
spitting that crack with the dopest pen
don’t get close to him
shooters on standby
don’t die
they want smoke for him
run up on n*ggas we toasting him
inferior n*ggas don’t notice them
who that ?
boom em
cannon shooting
we making a movie
on 95 cooling
dademon he ain’t for the fooling

- mally sosa lyrics

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