find your love - mguapo lyrics
[intro: drake and mguapo]
yuki productions
i’m more than just an option (hey, where’s rolo?) (hey, hey, hey)
refuse to be forgotten (hey, hey, hey)
i took a chance with my heart (hey, hey, hey)
malachi, you are trash, n*gga
and i feel it taking over, i feel it taking o— (uh, uh, yeah)
[verse 1: mguapo]
getting that green, draymond
got a african plug, n*gga looking like akon
yeah, the way that i shoot, you would think i be at vidcon
n*ggas think they funny, n*gga, just like a sitcom (yeah)
this ain’t no hat, but i’m snapping her back
my pockets is future, that sh*t really fat
hit her straight from the back and that sh*t finna crack (shorty a baba)
my money tall, your sh*t, ba*ha
smoking your mo’f*cking pack, zaza
we got the drums and the sticks like we rock out
lil tjay and polo, my n*ggas gon’ pop out
got a glock with a bеam and it aim at his leg
got a white shooter, tеach you a lesson like ned
n*gga talking for fun, man, he feeling like ted
yeah, that n*gga a opp, so i call him a fed
feel like glo, b*tch, i don’t really care, give me head
shorty sent some dumb sh*t, so i left her on read
and this glock a mechanic, pistol shootin’ lead
been rapping since 2019, i’m a vet’
you is a rookie, bow down
these n*ggas fell off (uh), bow wow
“play that mguapo all around town”
if you don’t f*ck with me, you get kicked, roundhouse
talking down on the gang, you get hit with that—
like, it’s still the same block, we keep spinnin’ that
upping that pole like a stripper, we ain’t missing that
shorty on my body, she steady feeling that, uh, uh
slide with that big mac, cosznmo
hit that lil’ bit’, shawty morocco
these n*ggas fold under pressure, iphone
just like manny, i get the cheese with the nachos
[verse 2: cosznmo and drake]
yeah, yeah
tear that sheet, then i dipped, nacho
i got your opp, roll him up, fronto
asap, we getting that n*gga pr*nto
uh, yeah, lonzo, and i’m shooting my shot like i’m lonzo
glock, we letting it rain, poncho
migos, just look at my drip, this huncho’s (we love you, coz)
walk down, shorty, she bad, i might say “hey, hey, hey”
talk down, me and the gang hop out and spray, spray, spray
yeah, uh, my sh*t is special, i pass to the kkk
all white, slide with a mask, upping the blacks— (grrah, grrah, grrah)
she told me she more than just an option
put a bag on his head, he get sold like an auction
shorty, she topping, she don’t do it often
take an opp up top like a n*gga was mossing (hold on, uh, uh, yeah)
throwing b*lls at your b*tch and she catching
glock put an opp in a pack like i’m matching
call her dasani, the way that she splashing (uh)
yeah, but i shoot like i’m curry
clip put some waves in his head like some murray’s
turned him to— (uh, yeah)
turned him to dust, now he [sittin’?], no bernie
when i shoot, know i score like a basket
all my sticks ghetto, i keep me a ratchet
uh, i got the salt like a packet
zipping him up, he got hit with a jacket, yeah
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