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helicopter handwriting - mook boy lyrics

yeen cooler than me
sh-t n-gga
i’m a macaroni section type of n-gga
imma be where the muhf-ckin’ cheese at n-gga
stay flexin’ over this b-tch, fgmg’s n-gga
i do this for all the young, fly, flashy n-ggas, man (west starlando)
gangsta n-ggas
you already know, fly goon

[verse 1]
now i was in the main like a muhf-cker
sittin in the g cell
state attorney turnin’ my case around, like a sprewell
c0ke dealers, n-gga, we got more sand than a sea sh-ll
got that big benz f-ckin’ up the road, like a beach whale
blowin’ on that mango fruity
whole city hollerin’ mookie
catch me with the goonies, jumpin’ out a duely
eatin’ breakfast at julie’s
never leave my tooly, these f-ck n-ggas be acting too foolish
extended on the 40, now i need a bigger size coogi
judge looked in my eyes, and asked me “why they call you mookie?”
i think he think i’m stupid, now i’m startin’ to think like boosie
pop pills and swallow syrup, now i’m feelin’ like gucci
f-ckin’ mohawk done got knotty, now i’lm lookin’ like whoopie
spray on this denzel cologne, get on my bill gates iphone
find me a rihanna redbone, and take it on home
i’m on my sh-t, i’m in my zone
i got that yoppa on the front seat of the brougham
this b-tch broomstick long, n-gga
i do this sh-t for all the goblins, my n-ggas that’s robbin’
graduated out the kitchen, never been to harvard
never been to college, our life was a lil harder
i was a young n-gga robbin’ these f-ck n-ggas for they lil starters
you a lil p-ssy, yo lil n-ggas soft like cushion
my lil n-ggas’ll wack ya -ss bout a couple cookies
my lil n-ggas’ll wack ya -ss bout a couple grams
yeah, they f-cked up bout mook, you know who i am

don’t this sh-t feel like a movie, g-dawg?
look how i go thru the muhf-ckin’ channels, my n-gga
without skippin’ a muh f-ckin beat
nam sayin?
these f-ck n-ggas skippin’ channels
i’m sticking to the muhf-ckin’ script, man
these folks f-cked up bout mook
nam sayin
cuz i’on wear no muhf-ckin’ mask
i rap bout that real sh-t
errthing a n-gga spit be bout that real sh-t
while these n-ggas be rappin’ some amazing sh-t
f-ck n-ggas be vampires and sh-t
sh-t crazy as f-ck

[verse 2]
i told that b-tch i’m on some fly sh-t, helicopter handwriting
one verse’ll get ya a audi truck, and a new breitling
only n-gga on the block, gucci down, all-nighter
blood red truck on chrome, but i ain’t fightin fires
og’s in prison told me, “mook boy keep writing”
walkin’ up the escalator, every step i’m gettin’ higher
smokin’ on that loud in the club, i done lost my lighter
found my lighter, now i’m lookin’ for a b-tch like maliya
some’n red, with them wide hips like the challenger
she move quick and got them fat lips like the challenger
bricks got a n-gga doin’ numbers like algebra
pinky ring flashing, what the f-ck i need the camera for?
pose for the picture, n-gga
pimp on them b-tches, n-gga
tina hit me, imma push her -ss up out the limo, n-gga
i’on know who raised y’all n-ggas, but i’on never slip
stay whippin’ the b-tch in the kitchen, that ike turner wrist
come thru slow, makin’ the top do backflips
land in the trunk, next to my bag from sakks fifth
when i say a broomstick, i’ain talkin bout sweepin’, jit
i’m talmbout -ssault rifles the size of a pool stick
leavin’ the magic mall, walking’ out with my cool b-tch
cool on the mac-11, yeah, that’s my cool b-tch
shawty in the background, i stay on that smooth sh-t
shotty in the background, i’m on my fly goon sh-t

[jeffrey osborne sample plays out]
maybe i can tell you, that i have my faults, and there are no guarantees
oh, baby can’t you see?
i’m only human!

- mook boy lyrics

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