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trippin - mula guapo lyrics

[intro: mula guapo]
gang, gang, gang (gang, gang, gang)
gang, gang, gang (gang, gang, gang)
mula (mula)
this that ole’ sh-t

[chorus: mula guapo]
gang in this b-tch, gang gang (gang gang)
gang in this b-tch, gang gang (gang gang gang)
call me mula sosa, bang bang
call me mula sosa, bang bang
i just popped me a lil’ perky man, i’m trippin’
think i f-cked her with no jimmy, man i’m trippin’
might just f-ck my homie b-tch
i’m out here trippin’ (i’m out here tweakin’)
n-gg-s talk that rara’ sh-t, but i don’t listen, n-gg-

[verse 1: mula guapo]
i just popped me a lil’ perky man, i’m trippin’
think i f-cked her with no jimmy, man i’m trippin’ look
(i,i) i ain’t mean to hit your b-tch, but she looked bad to me (lil’ b-tch)
i been walking with my glizzy, droppin’ calories (bah, bah)
got your b-tch all on my d-ck, she tryna’ tackle me (beat it up, b-tch)
he can’t get in this car if he won’t blast wit’ me (skrt, skrt)
ain’t shoot this b-tch in a while, know the stack mad at me (brrt, brrt)
these n-gg-s don’t want beef, they just want [?] wit’ me
you think yo’ homie real? nah’, he look like a rat to me (lil’ b-tch)
you think yo’ homie real? man, he look like a rat to me
n-gg-, we do hit and runs and we do stop and shoots
n-gg-s see that flash, lookin’ like a photo shoot
in my hood, you got two options, n-gg-, run or shoot (gang, gang)
the way she blow my d-ck, look like she play the flute (whew)
the way [?] the gl-ss, i think they crashed the coupe
b-tch, i’m from the west, i came from canned soup (gang!)
the way we got them sticks, it look like we the troops
yeah, look

[chorus: mula guapo and fbg duck]
gang in this b-tch, gang gang (gang gang)
gang in this b-tch, gang gang (gang gang gang)
call me mula sosa, bang bang
call me mula sosa, bang bang
i just popped me a lil’ perky man, i’m trippin’
think i f-cked her with no jimmy, man i’m trippin’
might just f-ck my homie b-tch
i’m out here trippin’ (i’m out here tweakin’)
n-gg-s talk that rara’ sh-t, but i don’t listen, n-gg-

[verse 2: fbg duck]
(i,i) i ain’t mean to f-ck yo’ b-tch, but mula did (mucho sorry)
you talkin’ money that sh-t like music to my ears (money!)
everything i make, when they grow up, give it to my kids
on that car comin’ down that block
who that is? man up that f-ckin’ glizzy!
if you see a window come down, you better get f-ckin’ busy
let them n-gg-s really know who run this f-ckin’ city (ok)
i ain’t tryna’ sound c-cky, but who f-ckin’ with me? (ok)
b-tch, its f-ckin’ litty! (ok)
b-tch, it’s gang (gang), gang (gang)
every n-gg- with me like to g-ngb-ng
and we all rep’ the f-cking same thang’
huh, you ain’t safe
he ain’t sliding for us, homie’ n-gg-s in the way (he in the way)

- mula guapo lyrics

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