Corrección Letra MOLLY par Foogiano

Featuring(s) : DaBaby

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Yeah, nigga, mob (Gutta Baby)
Huh? Huh?
Y'all niggas ain't ready for this shit, I swear (Huh? Huh?)
Watch this, huh? (Ace Bankz on the track)

Baby mama ain't shit (Nah)
She won't let me see my son (Bitch)
But you f*ck with 'em, I'ma pop my gun
p*ssy, ain't no one-on-one (Rah)
Nigga, we come from the slums (Mob)
Thirty round, fifty round, hundred rounds
Yeah, p*ssy boy them drums (Drums)
Have you prayin' like a nun (Huh?)
I ain't never been a actor (Nah)
Patrick nigga with that cappin' shit
We gon' stomp his ass just like a Kappa (Uh)
The mayor, but she call me master (Uh)
Got her to the spot, gave that bitch a Perc'
Now she geekin' like a banshee (Shh)
She couldn't even understand me (Nah)
When I told her drop her panties

.448, I gеt 'em gone
Boy, this a hunnid million dolla' phone
Thеy hit my jack, they say they need the strong
Boy, you look broke as hell, you need a loan?
My nigga, I'm nice, so you can have a loan
Yo' bitch told me, "That was nice," and then we boned
No time to cuff a nigga, know I'm gone
Trap on the defense, boy, I'm in the zone
Ain't gotta say it, you know how I'm comin'
Big nuts, they hangin' like a monkey
Say he got fifty bags down in the dungeon
Boy, I hear take some and he say he bummin'
Say he gon' shoot, well, bitch, what it do?
I think he bluffin', nigga, where the proof?
Told you we comin' and we want the loot
Try me, boy, I'ma leave you with no roof
I got that drank, bitch, I got that juice
No, I ain't Bishop, but I keep the tool
Yeah, bitch, it's Foo, but try me like a fool
I promise you you won't make another move
I'm in my groove, yeah, nigga, I'm back
Boy, I heard you been cuffin' on that nat
That bitch, she lick me down until my sack
You got a new name, boy, we call you Pat
He want the smoke, well, bitch, what it is?
You know I'll slime a nigga like a eel
Know I'll pop a nigga like a pill
Know I be drankin' mud straight out the seal
Yeah, it's the mayor and I'm with the Mob
Yeah, we be trappin', bitch, we don't do fraud
My killers, they young and layin' in your yard, bitch, hah

I pop a Perc', she know what it is
Bitch, ain't no talkin', I ain't Dr. Phil
Pockets, they fat as hell like Uncle Phil
Just like a safety, bitch, I'm in the field
Here come the mayor, bitch, this ain't a drill
Say that he lookin' for me, he a meal
Bitch, if you shoot you better shoot to kill
I'll call the demon, he won't let you live
Slim told me, "Foo, my nigga, let him live"
Swear I can't let him live, I want them M's
Know when I'm comin', boy, I come to kill
I f*cked your bitch because she like my 'libs
I got 'em mad, 'cause I'm in my bag
Bag boy, my pockets heavy, gotta sag
And I got Glocks that come with extra mags
Sauce, it be drippin', yeah, that shit be sad
He want the smoke, boy, I'll bring a cloud
Bitch, ain't no boxin', but I'm bringin' rounds
I'm with the mob, that nigga won't be found
I promise you we gon' come and shut it down
I hit your bitch and I'm on her lips
Ask 'em, I get to work and make it flip
I got the power, I can get you dipped
Roll up that cookie, nigga, chocolate chip
You want that pressure, well bitch make a move
You tryin' Foo? Well, nigga, you the fool
I'll have them gutta babies on your roof
Your ass gon' disappear, lil' nigga, poof
Yeah, bitch, I'm back, and I'm here to say
Even your bitch gon' tell you that I'm great
So when you see me, nigga, fix your face
Yeah, it's the mayor, bitch, I won the race, huh?

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