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foryourears - mxnashe lyrics

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part i

[intro: muna$he]
soiiicey on the beat
i’m not gonna lie y’all, i haven’t felt good in a minute, the show must go on though
hol up, talk to em’ juice

[verse 1: muna$he]
who said? who dead?
she gon ride on my huh* like a sled
gotta ride with my n*ggas, if they wanna tussle, we give them a whole lotta red
what if i just decided that i didn’t want this and put like 2 shots in the head
i’ll be lucky if i hit like 20 years old, but for now i’ll just hang by a thread
b*tch be quiet, you’re slowing the healing
i don’t want her that hoe ain’t appealing
all y’all n*ggas is snakes y’all revealing
bullets got y’all like colin, y’all kneeling
you a b*tch you just be in your feelings
and we stacking this sh*t to the ceiling
y’all not playing y’all cards, y’all ain’t dealing

[verse 2: muna$he]
yeah i’ve fallen in love, i’ve been hurt
i might fall like a dove to the dirt
itadori, i’ve been in a curse
you can catch me inside of a he*rs*
yeah i ride with a pill, heard it helps with my head, i might put this lil sh*t in her purse
wait, she bring me to life when a young n*gga down, yeah i think this lil b*tch is a nurse
are you hearing that, sh*t that’s a ring
told that b*tch “do not trip” i won’t buy her no shein
yeah that hoe like an instrument, she like to sing
i be dunkin’ on n*ggas, i feel like yao ming
n*ggas pour when they rap, they be sipping on lean
take my team to the finals, i’m feeling like bean
yeah lil mama, she got it, she pretty, she mean
shout out juice, cause she that sh*t on for the team
i be*
part ii

[intro: muna$he]
ops, oh my god
part 2, d*mn
soiiicey on the beat

[verse 1: juice!]
listen this sh*t for your ears
till you gon’ wipe my tears
me and muna$he, we live with no fears
grabbing that b*tch from the ear, like come here
give me your attention, with no bad intentions
got me feeling pretentious
master of expressions, i’d say i’m a gentleman
but you know i ain’t no gentleman
doing the most of what i can
no money no friends, no money, no friends
no money no friends, no money, no friends
pullin’ up in a benz
mac 10 in my hands
and it’s finna go blam

[verse 2: muna$he]
and it’s finna go blam
in the cabin b*tch we makin’ new land
rockin’ out and we all in the sand
ballin’ out we just want us some bands
feel like dexter, take a trip to j*pan
rockstar do this sh*t for the fans
make it out do this sh*t for the family
pray to god, blessed to be in his hand
yeah, told her listen this sh*t for your ears
imma run it up and disappear (d*mn)
i don’t want you to cry, wipe your tears (no)
only doin’ this sh*t for a year
i’m collecting my sound, i’m evolving my sound, n*ggas tell me i’m a pioneer
you can’t catch me, i’ve been switching gears
this the sh*t that i want you to hear

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