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mobbfather - ola runt lyrics

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[intro]
cash money ap
you ain’t know my motto? before you try be you better try lotto
f*ck these n*ggas, ralo

[chorus]
word out the city money on my time
f*ck a script, i might go live posted on my block
glizzy got d*ck, reload it then that b*tch a c*ck
sn*tch up your love and make the godfather gon’ call the cops

[verse 1]
p*ssy n*gga you ain’t it
heard that [?] turning to a l!ck
how the f*ck you a dope boy if you ain’t sold sh*t
moved to the three got ran out the six, d*mn
these n*ggas they’ve been faking too long
copping deuces homicide on the phone
catch a body then go make me a song
turner told me that these n*ggas be clones
n*gga you a b*tch, you aren’t sh*t
you ain’t rolling, heard you told something
i used to slide with him
he used to just drive with them
i’m the one that hopped out with them
father gang brang fox in him
had to sail boat, it’s a op in him
he get kidnapped
don’t get your kid sn*tched
rather die in the pen feel like thuglife, shot at the reverend
zone six, some deadly sins
just like we playing pool with two sticks
you ain’t never been knocked down with a bl!cky
keeping time, kick more doors than the grinch
heard a n*gga got whacked, but we don’t know sh*t
pitbull, when i bite i’m gonna shake
body dropping like he got on some skates
strip him naked, 12 thought he got raped
cash money, then you get you a drake
i make em paranoid when they see me
i was in prison you went on them freebees
caught a body i ain’t taking it easy
feel like guwop, i’ma do em like geezy
im in that god shoes, do or die n*gga me or you
sweet hide, i beat your crew, want beef i eat your crew
you cap, you cap cap
i never went against the grain i only adapt
xd, fn, all i play with straps
[chorus]
word out the city money on my time
f*ck a script, i might go live posted on my block
glizzy got d*ck, reload it then that b*tch a c*ck
sn*tch up your love and make the godfather gon call the cops

[verse 2]
murder scene
i ain’t talking about bait
take em out they ain’t talking about date
take em off i know you plotting
got em looking heard you hiding
wouldn’t hide cuz a young n*gga fire
shoot at you first, cross you later
money hungry, rob the waiter
did more cook ups than a barler
crossed more borders, than a trucker
strong arm, just called jay cartler
hall in one, had to gail more
make em run and lock the door
fall asleep, i’m at your bed
shoot them tattoos at your head
n*gga you move your son to conyos
head you slime, can’t go to college
walking dead, yall n*ggas zombies
blew out some smoke like some junkies
counter headshot, he ain’t using his conscience
halloween, it cold it felt like a pumpkin
these n*ggas sweet like they l!ckin on hundreds
all you do is gossip
you just growl, you don’t bite
you just scratch, and you don’t fight
left him dead cuz sh*t went right
[chorus]
word out the city money on my time
f*ck a script, i might go live posted on my block
glizzy got d*ck, reload it then that b*tch a c*ck
sn*tch up your love and make the godfather gon call the cops

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