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different - mowgs lyrics

[verse 1: mowgs]
i always tell the truth, you know i dont need to lie (yeah)
cause nowadays i need money need a peace of mind
my girl tell me mo you need to leave the streets behind
but i got beef with some n*ggas that need to die (yeah)
call me mj with all these cases im beating
my lines worth more than what these label are screaming
wheelin’ and dealin’, i give that sh*t a meaning
loyal to the soil around here they ain’t no treason
this tings from the 80s mans callin’ it an ornament
bro still takes it on the glide, i was torching skin (pow*pow*pow)
i just smile at them n*ggas no talkin’ ting (yeah)
me and s l!cked a move and went and copped a scorpion (no)
br*br*br thats the sound from us (brrr)
if man run up in your crib give them mouses up (yeah)
early mornin’ doing re’s gotta count it up
and i’m the one who gives the bag i dont sland it off
rest in peace crill that sh*t dont feel real
and free my n*gga pole cause he was really in the field (yeah)
and shout my n*gga o cuh he was really on them drills
right now [?] slip up your getting k!lled
i can’t show them how much packs that i run through
cause half these n*ggas bums lookin’ like they bun food (ha*ha)
i pass the ball to my n*gga, let him run through (yeah)
and im the n*gga in the hood doing 1 2s (no)
see me driving in an foreign yeah i cut through (sk*skr)
she keep snapping up the dash, said its not cute
my girl stressing about them girls, babe they not you
i’m hearing rumours on my name and its not true
4 pockets full like a baby over here
got your woman crush wednesday moving crazy over here (no cap)
big hammers we ain’t playing over here
told that b*tch she can’t chill cause she staying over there
ask p how much keys that a n*gga moved a week (wah)
i ain’t cappin’ in my raps man i do this in my sleep (yeah)
i know the packs dog n*ggas tellin’ me its cream
i gave it out and work cause that packs coming cheap
all the drillas and trappers show me love
cuh i make sure they straight whenever its going off, yo
i’m in the birches with all these jewels on
i spent all this trap money on some tools don
yeah i could go crazy and drop a bag in dior
or i could walk up in loui go and shut down the store
i ain’t in the industry but im really in the field
never hit a singing chick but i won’t pass kamile
i dunno why all these rap n*ggas got this big ego
cuh if you couldn’t spit bars your mind a blunt 0
and i ain’t f*cking with a n*gga sittin’ on the fence (yeah)
there’s two sides to this ting pick one of them (pick)
remember sittin’ in the t, i was the dirty kid
now every time i’m looking down my sleeves 30 quid (30 bags)
courtesy of these dirty trips (yeah)
i swear i’m always under pressure by these dirty pigs
madness life im in it, they rap it i just live it (wah)
truth be told i ain’t heard a crackhead in a minute (yeah)
free the mandem outta prison
stuck up in the system
yeah we move the same ting, but i just move different (true)
[outro: mowgs]
erds boy sh*t you know, man just move alittle different out here you know, nothing like you bum ass n*ggas

- mowgs lyrics

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