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shabar shalom - mofwea lyrics

[verse 1: mofwea]
call us gas cause it’s clear that we sh*ttin’ on ’em
and i get more ass than a chair when you sittin’ on it
blp for sure you know one day that we makin’ it
ain’t no question ’bout it i got more bars than a state prison
call me carbonated water cause my name stay fizzin’
i treat my bars like a kid, man i’m raisin’ it
i got a b*tch who wanna make a flim like ray and kim
half you rappers in the toilet so i stay sh*ttin’
she give me brain cause i’m tryna clear my headsp*ce
but kick her out the door if i see any site of red stains
used to take zans but there’s no perks to havin’ chest pains
i’m p*ssеd not literally but i might leave a wеt stain

[verse 2: blp kosher]
should i put money into promo? or cop me an extended mag
usin’ lots of ink like i’m an octopus’s sack
paranoia if the glock washed up to shore it’s gon’ be bad
the only time i got no filter in the booth when i get mad
they told me pressure do bust pipes so they might have to hold me back
and for you be steppin’ on these rappers like the brakes cause we the gas
i’m on the transit with the junkies learnin’ things you won’t in class
you don’t wanna take the bus with me so imma cop a pass
they wanna rise without the yeast and holla at me like it’s bread
a lot of people might not understand just what i said
i call that boy gluten intolerant cause he ain’t got no bread
yeah i done did some emo sh*t and i’m a threat so call the feds
they told me break the ice, i had to burn a bridge instead
i’ll just put you in the yoke somebody come and crack the egg
blp read it and weep but i ain’t trollin’ on the web
i ain’t never learn how to keyboard, i hunt and peck
type sh*t
you a wh0re with a gun come and fight jit
i might cop a band, future school of rock, audio crisis
you don’t know a dang thing about me jit, ya ain’t a psychic (ay)
your hoe rided on my d*ck just like a bicyclist
[verse 3: mofwea]
nowadays you got a bunch of p*ssies, h*llo v*g*n*
they can’t spit as much as i do even with saliva
see your money coming in, i got more profit than elijah
i don’t smoke, cheat, or drink, but i’m smart, call me budweiser
[?] wearin’ gucci like there you go, boss
it’s fuego and luh kosher that’s the duo, y’all
been waitin’ for it, play your cards right, ’cause uno called
and i can have you on the floor like a judo fall
you might just wake up in the sky like you bruno mars
i can out*bar your favorite rapper in any state
cause my punchlines are harder than a heavy*weight
serena williams on my wrist, i got some tennis chains
they call me toothpaste, i’m in the mouth like a dentist*patient
don’t raise your pitch when you talkin’ to me, babe, i’m ruthless
i bat an eye at your b*tch, she gon’ tell me what the move is
even if you high as f*ck, i still be higher than the roof is
red dot on your face like a clown, you a goofy
married to the money, no beyoncé, jay
she hit my cell every day like beyond scared straight

[verse 4: blp kosher]
they tryna take me out my element, wind water, fire, earth, you see
call it janitorial, the way i got that cracker sweeped
tried to stick me up, but i’m sticked up, now you wanna branch with me
they call me school shooter, what the f*ck you think that did to me?
i ain’t pickin’ on n0body, cracker, i’d rather be a locksmith
everybody around me dumb, runnin’ up, get stung, sound like a wasp, b*tch
nollie trays are lit, but i do a switch, leave it to hops
and i feel like [?] in 2014 cracker, i don’t do no flockin’
cracker, cracker
and i be spazzin’ on their ass (wattteeeerrr)

- mofwea lyrics

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