CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Mortal
f**k it, aye
Do or Die, new arrival
Holla at my n***as
You survive you's alive, yo
Now either you follow me and ride, or you’s a rival
The difference between you and I is you a model, you posing
But who am I though?
The mulatto out for that lotto
Money coming soon, the newest model
Your crew is hollow
The type of n***as gobble d**k, chew and swallow
Your girl told me shoot in her face, she suicidal
Oh shucks, you n***as is closed, you fold up
I'm from the Ville, n***as get killed over four bucks
Thank God we made it, my n***as, we grown up
Now we crazy over that bread, call us the "dough-nuts" uh
More sl*ts once the money blows up
But them hoes stop if the dough drops
I won't stop though, a chip off the ole’ block
I'm from a city where n***as hold blocks
Leave you looking like old socks, damn
Cops patrol blocks, spotting on us
The boys is rotten, I know they want us
Probably arrest a n***a, get a bonus
You kill a n***a, get promoted
sh*t is crazy, girls getting babies before they get diplomas
So much I just go nuts
n***as telling me
I'm too nice
Like a lil youngin that fell in love with a boo twice
As in double as f**kable as he was
And dude tries to be subtle and get her cuddling
Venting her troubles and getting her truffles
And ending up befuddled when she don't f**k him
And someone tell him, “Listen, you buggin'
She never f**king a pedestrian muggle like you
So why all the trouble?”, but he rebuttal with
“I think I just love her so I would shudder at the thought of being anything other than nice”
Heat bang like I caught a body
It wasn't even deep dang, sh*t it's all a hobby
It's two bad b*t*hes sleeping on me, threesome
Cause everybody want to help but he don’t need none
I’m all time like the wall at the bank
You no shot like you drawing a blank
Honestly you probably couldn't hang man
I been drawing it blank
Giving you lines while you sitting there and drawing a blank
So go on and rank
Chillin’ like it's dough in the bank
Flowing danker than a grower in Napa
Growing the stankest cannabis
Go on, rapping poet, smacking the hoe-st rappers
Who showing the total package
Like my flaccid is growing fat as samoan cracker
Rapper, I'm about to keep going
Yeah the rapping's a wrap
I know you rappers napping don’t know it
This a dagger, the pitter patter tapping on the window
Is a real accurate metaphor of what you have in the store
And I be snapping
The splashing on the pane be your rain
Falling quicker than Aladdin for his dame
Oh you better than me?
I'm not one for f**k sh*t
Bad ass b*t*h
Big ass titties man
Got f**king AKs the size of a f**king mini van
(Wooo)
Listen
Ya'll n***as got problems then ya'll do it
So much f**king money in my pocket
I f**king walk stoooopidd
Hold up
Bad b*t*h look good in some nice pants
Bet my b*t*h look good in some nice pants
n***as see me they be "sh*t got damn , AK-47 tucked in that n***a nice pants!!"
Hold on
Ya'll got a little n***a started on some G-sh*t
"Who that n***a that looked swagged out?"
THATS ME b*t*h !
Don't play with a n***a money or it's f**king family
I got goon n***as named Jonathan and one named Tammy
Ya'll n***as got a f**king problem say it to my f**king face
Got lil' n***as that'll sock you in the f**king face
And if you think that they won't sock you in your f**king face
Aye you a BI-ahhhhh !! pop you right in your f**king face
Do or Die, new arrival
Holla at my n***as
You survive you's alive, yo
Now either you follow me and ride, or you’s a rival
The difference between you and I is you a model, you posing
But who am I though?
The mulatto out for that lotto
Money coming soon, the newest model
Your crew is hollow
The type of n***as gobble d**k, chew and swallow
Your girl told me shoot in her face, she suicidal
Oh shucks, you n***as is closed, you fold up
I'm from the Ville, n***as get killed over four bucks
Thank God we made it, my n***as, we grown up
Now we crazy over that bread, call us the "dough-nuts" uh
More sl*ts once the money blows up
But them hoes stop if the dough drops
I won't stop though, a chip off the ole’ block
I'm from a city where n***as hold blocks
Leave you looking like old socks, damn
Cops patrol blocks, spotting on us
The boys is rotten, I know they want us
Probably arrest a n***a, get a bonus
You kill a n***a, get promoted
sh*t is crazy, girls getting babies before they get diplomas
So much I just go nuts
n***as telling me
I'm too nice
Like a lil youngin that fell in love with a boo twice
As in double as f**kable as he was
And dude tries to be subtle and get her cuddling
Venting her troubles and getting her truffles
And ending up befuddled when she don't f**k him
And someone tell him, “Listen, you buggin'
She never f**king a pedestrian muggle like you
So why all the trouble?”, but he rebuttal with
“I think I just love her so I would shudder at the thought of being anything other than nice”
Heat bang like I caught a body
It wasn't even deep dang, sh*t it's all a hobby
It's two bad b*t*hes sleeping on me, threesome
Cause everybody want to help but he don’t need none
I’m all time like the wall at the bank
You no shot like you drawing a blank
Honestly you probably couldn't hang man
I been drawing it blank
Giving you lines while you sitting there and drawing a blank
So go on and rank
Chillin’ like it's dough in the bank
Flowing danker than a grower in Napa
Growing the stankest cannabis
Go on, rapping poet, smacking the hoe-st rappers
Who showing the total package
Like my flaccid is growing fat as samoan cracker
Rapper, I'm about to keep going
Yeah the rapping's a wrap
I know you rappers napping don’t know it
This a dagger, the pitter patter tapping on the window
Is a real accurate metaphor of what you have in the store
And I be snapping
The splashing on the pane be your rain
Falling quicker than Aladdin for his dame
Oh you better than me?
I'm not one for f**k sh*t
Bad ass b*t*h
Big ass titties man
Got f**king AKs the size of a f**king mini van
(Wooo)
Listen
Ya'll n***as got problems then ya'll do it
So much f**king money in my pocket
I f**king walk stoooopidd
Hold up
Bad b*t*h look good in some nice pants
Bet my b*t*h look good in some nice pants
n***as see me they be "sh*t got damn , AK-47 tucked in that n***a nice pants!!"
Hold on
Ya'll got a little n***a started on some G-sh*t
"Who that n***a that looked swagged out?"
THATS ME b*t*h !
Don't play with a n***a money or it's f**king family
I got goon n***as named Jonathan and one named Tammy
Ya'll n***as got a f**king problem say it to my f**king face
Got lil' n***as that'll sock you in the f**king face
And if you think that they won't sock you in your f**king face
Aye you a BI-ahhhhh !! pop you right in your f**king face
