Top Songs By Motu
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gábor Molnár
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
tomchyz
Producer
Lyrics
How many opps in sight
Can't do none but wonder
Why them boys wanna lose their life
Step on rats, we don't like mice
Can't keep up i get what's mine
Tell me how many sleepless nights you've been through
Just to get it right
I'll live to win the fight
Be careful the family rides
Said it once won't say it twice
I live in sin i chose this vice
I know my kin 'gon ride for life
My point got proved like thousand
Im cold i've fallen
Give a fuck bout the pressure
Always fighting for my fredom
Always guding motu lead 'em
Halfway decent getting better
Proving points so you can see them
Getting better
Hit the swith feel like im drizzy
Shorty globbin on the glizzy
You can leave my life im busy
Anyways im in the city
You can find me
Ten toes down so you can try me
Siemese blades god gave up guiding
Feel the devil in my writing
Im just warmin up
My power getting greater every second
On the hour like teacher
Always giving up the lesson
Out here ballin with the homies
Shout out oli number 7
Mandem doin lines like zombies
Me and misi snatch the session
Always smokin on that gaspack
Y'all boys scrapin off the resin
Feel like batman in the v12
Whole gang sheisty them boys robbin up to no good
Think that hoe is yours?
Nah that whole shit mine
Fire, fire move back cover
Let me dump my nine
Whole gang, whole gang
Whole gang deaf
Yuh
Throwin up signs
Flex so hard im polished
It's my time shine
I got the load in my bag
Lemme just blow out my mag
Shawty gon gag, shawty gon gag
She gon get shot in the back
She gon get shot in the head
Blown out leave gyal dead
Gyal won't leave my bed
Thot bitch leave my bed
She like but this but that but hun
Call that hoes ass batman
Bro just called he got one
Hop in the coupe and gon see wagwan
Call up madman
Need some gas some gas no afghan
Fuck that dude he dry thats sad man
Hope your ass gets spared like that man
Leave my phone I'm busy
Your cat wet that's pity
Hoe I'm way to busy
Roll up in the city
I'm with misi
Eyesight way too dizzy
I spy two fine misses
I blow kisses
Show my business
Ask her wether she does fitness
Fitness?
Can you fit this dick in your mouth bitch?
Writer(s): Gábor Molnár
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