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Molly Brazy
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Uh grew up in that rugrat era, we was bay bay's With the shits Quick to hop on tip like Sha-Nay-Nay good times,JJ Choppa behind the dryer,knowing mama do laundry Rodney was playing with fire who snitch You can't say that with a serious face You phone snatchers Bitch my brother fought a serious case, homicide That's why I rock them red bottoms with spikes and drive the porsche like I'm blind Never stoppin at lights Okay speaking facts i buy gucci like its dish detergent You basic bitches still basic with a plastic surgeon Tell my jeweler its urgent I'm about to catch a flight So much water on me flooded like a busted pipe The whitest bust in the city, put that on Elvis Don't even try to take em off me, niggas know im selfish FN With a scope, it play peek-a-boo I need to see a therapist cuz i can't keep a roof I heard that they don't like how me and trina cool Let these bitches tell it bro thats Trina coupe French Vanilla no chaser f*cking up the session I put up 20 bro I'm hooping like he know i'm betting Another win under my belt, no y'all can't f*ck with me Give me some space, I don't want these bitches touching me Probably got the cooties with yo broke ass, no bag Still wearing prada that shit so sad Im convinced yall content and i ain't satisfied I blew eleven in Sax and I got back in line Since the boys got indicted, I don't check and grind Cuz the feds knew too much, and they ain tap the line Molly think she that, Molly think she this But if it ain't about money, Molly ain't think it's shit Louis, Ferro in my hair, and it's last minute You know I got the juice, bitch my swag dripping Back to back in the Forbes, me and Kash trippin Ima bitch cuz yeen hit? Is you mad, nigga? You pathetic and your pockets anorexic I could lose it all and I wouldn't even f*cking stress it Get them haters on the line, send them boys your way Strip em naked, we rock Louis, let him keep his J's How you doing? Let that Glock .40 meet your face You mention me, now we gon shoot til you delete your page I can't beef witchu, you never left the city Ain't ever trapping, we hit Philly just to pop some wheelies Airplane Miami tho when the D get cold In Dubai getting sand in my pinky toes You bum bitch, your bag empty like your ring finger And you a monkey so I know you not the ringleader Tell your boss tell her boss that I'm my own boss Molly Brazy got more rings than a phone call Congratulations you the biggest hoe- no wait Congratulations, you the biggest joke, you broke I'll spit on you, I'll shit on you And when I empty the clip, bitch that's the end of you Molly look what you made, look what you created Clip long, temper shorter than abbreviations Louis, Ferro in my hair, and it's last minute You know I got the juice, bitch my swag dripping Trendsetter, all these hoes wanna be like me I'm boutta start texting rats, I want my cheese Jeweler left me in the cold, he wanna see me freeze Bought a Cartier bracelet to complement the links Eyes chink cuz I'm higher than a condo Acting macho get your face blown pronto Hoes messier than taco's, and I can't deal Say whatever for a name, man the thirst real, forreal Hurt feels, hurt kills, hurt steals I ain't playing, watch who you exchange words with I confirm hits and send them pistols to your old bro's crib
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