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lirik lagu mo3 & that mexican ot - ar

[intro: mo3]
d~mn (d~mn, it’s like)
that’s why i don’t be understandin’ these n~ggas, man, you know? (i really don’t)
i don’t rock like them, n~gga, they don’t rock like— (i just— yeah)
(lil twan music)

[chorus: mo3]
put a hundred round drum on a new ar (brrt), lookin’, finna one of these n~ggas
pull up on ’em, then we spray up cars (bah, bah, bah), i’m tryna hurt ’em, when we catch ’em, we gon’ flip ’em (grrt)
oh, they runnin’? but they can’t run far, yeah, that’s a deagle on me, man, i’ma get ’em (bah)
and i promise you won’t see tomorrow, my young gorillas hangin’ out the window

[verse 1: mo3]
they never let another n~gga in the game (nah), i’m thinkin’ about k!llin’ them n~ggas tryna come for me
go get it, i’m with it, i’m ’bout to hit ’em, like a snake, i throw venom, comin’ to k!ll him and his company (yeah)
i’m the murder man, they better run from me (yeah)
dirty thirty on me, fn sittin’ up under me
they better move (move)
set it off, i’m ready to (to)
’cause it come with the berretta, ooh (yeah)
a n~gga really feel like i never lose

[verse 2: bigxthaplug]
ayy, stay with gorillas, up and aim it at his temple
n~ggas don’t play because they know better
you know me, i’m ’bout paper, a go~getter
but i’m standin’ on ten, don’t fear no n~gga
thought this life sh~t was simple ’til i had a pistol
but didn’t have a dollar, start dope sellin’
i’m a gangster, ’bout mine, can’t do no tellin’
thugged alone in that cell, ain’t need no celly
found my way out the streets, put my life on these beats, that sh~t made me a beast, now i’m up seven
figures large and they mad ’cause they can’t catch me
thank the lord everyday ’cause he stay blessin’
but they try me, i’m sinnin’, ain’t no testin’
it’s a reason for all, but ain’t no message
call the pastor like, “look, this my confession”
now i’m back out here clutchin’ on new weapons
can’t trust a ho, i run through ’em like hugh hefner
my son watch what i do, tell him, “do better”
i just turned up my state to a new level
came from the mud, ain’t nothin’ change, i just shoot better
mr. big, i’m the biggest, a true stepper
reach for this, bet your ass make the newsletter
was just out in miami with forty~six glocks, fully stocked, tryna step like a gambler, ayy
[chorus: mo3]
put a hundred round drum on a new ar (brrt), lookin’, finna one of these n~ggas
pull up on ’em, then we spray up cars (bah, bah, bah), i’m tryna hurt ’em, when we catch ’em, we gon’ flip ’em (grrt)
oh, they runnin’? but they can’t run far, yeah, that’s a deagle on me, man, i’ma get ’em (bah)
and i promise you won’t see tomorrow, my young gorillas hangin’ out the window

[verse 3: that mexican ot]
my gorillas hangin’ out of the window
like bananas, they split ’em
we gettin’ to hit ’em with venom
k!ll ’em, chew ’em up, and then spit ’em
got his blood on my denim
chopper spittin’ out with a rhythm
and your life is with it and stealin’
i’m a hero for texas, but act like a villain
cool, calm, collected, kickin’ back, chillin’
f~ck your phone number, b~tch, i want your bank digits
hold the yoppers and choppers on my side, b~tch, just like a midget
got a hundred round drum on a new ar
grrt, bullets flyin’ in the air, ain’t got no names on ’em
blue tips inside of this clip, we push up and we bang on ’em
pull my nuts out of the true religion, let ’em hang on ’em
yeah, the haters gon’ hate, but f~ck it, we ball
with a whole lot of money, we bet it rain on ’em
push up with ketchup, i f~cked around and left a stain on ’em
get to crackin’, i’m packin’, never lackin’, i bring the pain on ’em
rip to mo3, the king of texas, forever livin’
i’m a double cup drinker, so just know i’m forever sippin’
i’m a player~ass mexican, i’m forever, ever pimpin’
ridin’ on four~fours, i’m forever, ever tippin’
rip to mo3, the king of texas, forever livin’
i’m a double cup drinker, so just know i’m forever sippin’
i’m a player~ass mexican, i’m forever, ever pimpin’
ridin’ on 44s, i’m forever, ever tippin’ (yeah)
[chorus: mo3]
put a hundred round drum on a new ar (brrt), lookin’, finna one of these n~ggas
pull up on ’em, then we spray up cars (bah, bah, bah), i’m tryna hurt ’em, when we catch ’em, we gon’ flip ’em (grrt)
oh, they runnin’? but they can’t run far, yeah, that’s a deagle on me, man, i’ma get ’em (bah)
and i promise you won’t see tomorrow, my young gorillas hangin’ out the window

[outro: mo3]
put a hundred round drum on a new ar
pull up on ’em, then we spray up cars
oh, they runnin’? but they can’t run far, yeah
and i promise you won’t see tomorrow

- lirik lagu mo3 that mexican ot

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