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wtmdsm - wrld tour mafia lyrics

[verse 1]
new balenciagas, they was twelve hundred
she is not a slumper, sl*t your b*tch, she just a d*mn runner
f*cked a ho without a rubber, she was too bad
heard you p*wned your kit for five racks, n*ggas goin’ out sad
i’m world tour forever, all these racks got me sh*tty, boy
real mafia member, what you know about frank nitti, boy?
duffel bag, boy, i get the money like i’m tity boi
what you know about turn ins? hit the coney, n*ggas servin’
[?] callin’ tryna give me that p*ssy, say it’s urgent
if my n*ggas stretched the work, it’s like he ran up out detergеnt

[verse 2: babytron]
this b*tch tryna get iced out, but she ain’t worthy of it
brodiе b*ttoned up from down the street, he hittin’ curry buckets
check my jack, i made a thirty*somethin’
wake up, hop up in the shower, first thing after, dirty cup it
tints for lightweights, this a thirty function
they ain’t surprised my trigger finger itchin’, off the perky clutchin’
get some head, then block the ho, we ain’t even catch a vibe
if i send the drop, won’t nothin’ happen, you can’t catch a ride
before i go to sleep, i thank god that he blessed the guys
audemars too blurry, turn my phone on just to check the time

[verse 3]
this that mob ties type of sh*t’ll get a n*gga hog tied
play with any n*gga on a song, we make mamas cry
i popped a xan and walked to saint laurant, i don’t know what i got
i switch numbers every couple months, she thought she was blocked
i got more ricky than doughboy brother
i hit they cousin, i ain’t know they even knew each other
i need to take it out in blue hundred
get head in the coupe, it’s lovely
money talks, you like chris tucker
stay quiet and bought some dunkin’
throw money and leave the function
[verse 4]
if i touch down with fifty bows, then i’ma leave with nothin’
turn around at the turnaround like i’m always leavin’ somethin’
sold a four weight by noon, but the fiends keep comin’
f*ck around, have to close the spot by the way we crunchin’
c slam a sl*t in dirty cups when the mob in public
same signature i use for fans, i used to sign for cubbin’
f*ck that b*tch and cut her off, she’s just a dime a dozen
had to be talkin’ ’bout that road that they say miles was runnin’

[outro]
(world tour mafia)

- wrld tour mafia lyrics

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