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Hot boy da chief Muse savage All this money coming in I got Pirates nigga All this money coming in Ima fuck her and her friend Spend racks on shoes can't step in this We see the opps we spin again I grab my .40 stepping in Lil chaston had the f&n I live my whole life full of sin Trap spot got it hot again They say the block is hot I might try to run in yo pocket I don't know no karate But I kick that shit never seen nun like it Say broad day got his shit aired out But I know nobody won't say nun bout it Member back in the day we'll rob bare-face Came a long way still might slay somebody All these hoes on me All these hoes on chief All these drugs on me I keep that .9 on me drew brees That .40 spraying like fabreeze That ar shooting through the trees That .45 left em on his knees I slimed em out I made em sneeze He falling down like he on lean We wiped his nose cause he was green And we gone ball like we on the 90's dream team Ain't gone stop till I got more than Michael Jordan 6 rings Bunch of shooters All I do is make a play don't tempt me Young Mu the captain Not the pilot but I feel like the flyest And I'm far from Christ-like But all my attentions righteous 2 of my dogs fighting I might get caught up in it like mike vick When hot guns on the ship It get constipated cause this some hard shit All this money coming in Ima fuck her and her friend Spend racks on shoes can't step in this We see the opps we spin again I grab my .40 stepping in Lil chaston had the f&n I live my whole life full of sin Trap spot got it hot again They say the block is hot I might try to run in yo pocket I don't know no karate But I kick that shit never seen nun like it Say broad day got his shit aired out But I know nobody won't say nun bout it Member back in the day we'll rob bare-face Came a long way still might slay somebody Member broad daylight tryna catch that body Got yo bitch talking like em playboi carti Bitch I'm exclusive you gotta import me I am important yo nigga unfortunate Trap full of sticks and bricks we hoarding it You are ko'd I'm Randy Orton Choppa gone smack down I get on raw shit Send bullets at you like you had ordered it Paid in full I ain't taking no shortages Make niggas split up like Travis Porter did Put em on the news watch em on a 50 inch Me and Muse like Matt and Jeff Hardy I shot the .40 before the match started I fucked a big booty bitch from New Orleans She give me head just to feel important I iced out my bitch I iced out my kid I iced out my clique Had to come up off a zip Hit the plug with counterfeit Bet not say no stupid shit I send Lil Sed to split yo wig We caught em lacking at the park it was his weekend with the kids Dirty bitch cleaning up the dishes in the kitchen Auntie call my phone and she say she need a 50 Smokers at the door and they love how Paulie whip it Lil Sed got the 30 finna tweak with the glizzy Lil Sed gotta 30 be been tweaking all week Been swinging that door I ain't had no sleep Lil Glo on go gone shoot for the free If you want free smoke I gotta play for Lil Dee Still in the streets Car Them hollow tips on his tongue like a bar This 12 gage knock the keys out ya car 30 clip shoot a scene turn em to a star
Writer(s): Hotboy Da Chief Muse Savage Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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