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yeah yeah - mo3 lyrics

[intro]
uh
b*tch, you gon’—
i’m cutthroat
cutthroat for real
(heartbeatz on the track)

[chorus]
when i’m out in public, youngin, he be thuggin’
this a whole lotta money on me, ain’t it?
play with him, we slump him
we gon’ take him under
runnin’ through the jungle, why would i be scared?
count it up, run it up, yeah
all this money, i be talkin’ to the dead
b*tches wanna f*ck, kick ’em out the bed
i just want the head, then go get the bread

[chorus]
pull up on ya ho with the pole, like, gimme that throat
i’m with the sh*t, yeah*yeah
i’m on go, big ol’ sticks in this b*tch, yeah*yeah
told hеr “make sure this d*ck stay hard,” yeah*yеah
send my opps to the graveyard, yeah*yeah
pull up on ya ho with the pole, like, gimme that throat
i’m with the sh*t, yeah*yeah
i’m on go, big ol’ sticks in this b*tch, yeah*yeah
told her “make sure this d*ck stay hard,” yeah*yeah
send my opps to the graveyard, yeah*yeah
[verse 1]
n*ggas be hatin’ when i be flexin’ in this b*tch, yeah*yeah
ain’t doing no fighting, i’ma use this weapon in this b*tch, yeah*yeah
say my name, then it’s up, yeah, it’s stuck, yeah*yeah
on my gang, you get slumped, put ’em up, yeah*yeah
drop top seen no looters
dumb*dumb ridin’ with the uzi
i don’t wanna speak, let ’em talk to my shooter
mini mac*10 on the end got a cooler
i might give yo’ ho a day job, yeah, i’ma use her
catch a flight before i take off, she gon’ give me that booty, yeah
make it jump like a rabbit
give me that money, it’s a habit, yeah*yeah
beat it up, then stab it
baby, i ain’t tryna get married, yeah*yeah
i be countin’ up cabbage
racks on me automatic, yeah*yeah
if a n*gga want static, young n*gga turn up my savage, yeah*yeah

[chorus]
pull up on ya ho with the pole, like, gimme that throat
i’m with the sh*t, yeah*yeah
i’m on go, big ol’ sticks in this b*tch, yeah*yeah
told her “make sure this d*ck stay hard,” yeah*yeah
send my opps to the graveyard, yeah*yeah
pull up on ya ho with the pole, like, gimme that throat
i’m with the sh*t, yeah*yeah
i’m on go, big ol’ sticks in this b*tch, yeah*yeah
told her “make sure this d*ck stay hard,” yeah*yeah
send my opps to the graveyard, yeah*yeah
[verse 2]
run to the money
go get the cash, yeah*yeah
trip*triple my bag, yeah*yeah
i’m*i’m on they ass, yeah*yeah
they know i be thuggin’ when i’m in the club, yeah*yeah
big booty b*tch, yeah*yeah
she super thick, yeah*yeah
how can i lie? when i be turnt, i do my dance, yeah*yeah
but i keep that fye tucked in my pants, i get them bands, yeah*yeah
racks on me, get low
yeah, i wanna f*ck on you
better be clean when the boy come through
v.i.p. strapped, turnt up, get loose, yeah*yeah

[outro]
graveyard, yeah*yeah
gra*gra*graveyard, yeah*yeah
gra*gra*graveyard, yeah*yeah

- mo3 lyrics

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