Lyrics:
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
the damn thing
I want sex in the kitchen over by the stove
I want put you on the counter by the buttered rolls
Hands on the table, on your tippy toes
We'll
one I have in this world
Bu chukwu na eme mma
Is the God of wonder
Otu aka na elu mba mo
The single hand that touchs every where
Chukwu ebube chukwu
[Intro: Big Moe]
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chilling with my partner named D-Mo
It's on his birthday we coming through
In a nigga's trunk is a nigga
[Intro: Big Moe]
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chilling with my partner named D-Mo
It's on his birthday we coming through
In a nigga's trunk is a nigga
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
beware
'Cause this Mo Thug click got plenty of soldiers
Just open your eyes and realize
It's gonna be Mo Thug 'til I die
Never esitate don't flip
I
flowin' like Sosa
And a Latin chick transportin' in the chocha
Stampedin' over, pop Mo's, never sober
Flexin' Range Rovers dealin' weight by Minnesota
the rhymes that I’m spitting
Raise yours hands up high and give thanks to Allah
Temi Temitope lo do Olohun (I have all reasons to thank God)
Mo de dupe (I'm
inside, bring a life vest
It's important that I get some space
Shawty in need of some mo, Shawty in need of some mo
Shawty in need of some mo, Shawty in
When it's cold outdo's come in I heat ya
You ain't gotta walk in the sun, I A.C. ya
Don't worry 'bout that burglar comin' to creep ya
He trapped by
mo'
Hell yeah boy, if you really understand dirt
Well, I'ma rap and you gon' clap until your hands hurt
I ain't the only person feel like I feel, gotta
(You've seen Jesus)
To ba ti mo mi
(If you've know me)
O ti mo Jesu
(You've known jesus)
Jesu gba mi
(Jesus save me)
Jesu wo mi
(Jesus watch over me)
Jesu
money
Thats my MO
Stayin laid by Meek
That's my MO
Nails done by Dee
That's my MO
I been about my business
That's my MO
I ain't wit that friendly shit
You
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
over there to connect me
Kin to sheju wonti carry out necessary document
Rodo tin lo Yankee
E gbo gan talo fe forun be? Who dey
Mo tin gbara di lati fi
When it comes to that weight I don't struggle, I just lift (one-two)
I got my hand on the game, yeah I make a grip
Hundred grand in my fist, same on my
When it comes to that weight I don't struggle, I just lift (one-two)
I got my hand on the game, yeah I make a grip
Hundred grand in my fist, same on my
turn
Trying to get you killed, behind the same money you earn
Shot my dog, scared of the power that he possessed
But it ain't over nigga, guess who's
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
stabbed in the back by local artists
Who used me for my penmanship craft but never played me startin'
How my numbers be the same as the rap keb artists
Aw
Mm, yeah (aw)
All my life, been po'
But it really don't matter no mo'
And they wonder why we act this way
Nappy Boys gon' be okay
All
the middle, put your hands up
Everybody, everybody, put your hands up
Over there, over there, put your hands up
Over there, over there, put your hands up
Over
you feel the vibe? We can ride. Playa hatin' niggas,
you gotsta die, it's only right. It's over with, Bone, better
leave it alone, Mo Thug come
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