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let's find out - mbmceez lyrics

[intro: summrs]
makaveli in this
got my th*rn right on side me
got that banger right on side me
ha, yeah

[chorus: summrs]
full of xan (full of xan), full of dope (full of dope)
f*ck you p*ssy n*gga, f*ck your ho (f*ck it)
full of drank (full of drank), might need some more (need some)
i need to clean my f*cking body, i ain’t got no soul
feel like everybody ’round me (’round me), just got they f*ckin’ hand out (hand out)
pull up on them p*ssies, flip the f*cking hide out (huh?)
take off my moncler, so i’ma f*ckin’ hide out (hide out)
big ass stones up in my watch look like they finna pop out (pop)
[verse 1: summrs]
he tryna cop out (cop out)
he still talkin’ out his neck (uh*huh), til’ i got him slimed out (slime ’em out)
tolerating no disrespect (uh*huh), lil’ p*ssy, come and find out (come find out)
he shot, then he missed, he need to call a timeout (ah)
yeah, ha (makaveli in this)
my b*tch, she baddest, my last
hit the f*ckin’ gas (skrrt), i’m tryna get that b*tch smashed (smashed)
ceez don’t need no mask, anywhere, he on they ass (they f*ckin’ ass)
i’m probably speeding fast, my nerves break, might catch a head
know she feeling that, p*ssy mad, tryna get him smashed (smashed)
i got all this cash (cash), i got a bag
i don’t need no help, i’ma get his ass

[verse 2: mbm ceez]
i don’t need no help, i’m gon’ get his ass
catch him up in traffic, i’m gon’ flip his ass
bullets hit his body we gon’ leave his ass
we got bl!cks up in the four door, we got glocks out
ain’t got no watch to make them rocks pop
speak again, get your top knocked off
[?] block, i’m like [?]
we be sw*nging through these spots, huh?
and when he fried ’bout my dreads, [?]
oh, these n*ggas ain’t living, d*mn ‘posters
bullets through his chin, go out, we shot you
[?], i got you, come put that on your [?]
moving foul, gon’ need a timeout
checking for me (makaveli in this), yes, i know, you’re [?], you won’t find us
ain’t moving on your time, i’m still out and ducking time out
who want problems? i got choppas
that new glizzy might be pressure
my b*tch finer, they ain’t seen her
no, they can’t find her, glock look like it’s off the island
me and [?] flew through highland
i’m telling him ’bout my problems
i won’t even feel remorse, not a tad bit
i’ma work that stick, you know that glizzy like an ass kick
you want smoke, well [?], you can have it
ain’t tripping on no static, n*gga
i’m floating with the dj, but i know you smell that sh*t on me
[chorus: summrs]
full of xan (full of xan), full of dope (full of dope)
f*ck you p*ssy n*gga, f*ck your ho (f*ck it)
full of drank (full of drank), might need some more (need some)
i need to clean my f*cking body, i ain’t got no soul
feel like everybody ’round me (’round me), just got they f*ckin’ hand out (hand out)
pull up on them p*ssies, flip the f*cking hide out (huh?)
take off my moncler, so i’ma f*ckin’ hide out (hide out) (makaveli in this)
big ass stones up in my watch look like they finna pop out (pop)

- mbmceez lyrics

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