Me$$y (feat. Love Ego)

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BoutaDolla

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Bouta motherfcukin' Dolla
Hated by many, I keep me a weapon
Tough on the net but ain't nobody pressin'
Stomp on your neck,Boogie raised me a stepper
Can't f*ck her that pussy, hot as a pepper
Don't say a word cause we know that he tellin'
I'm in the feds they catch me with this lemon
Keep a machete, might cut off your melon
RIP Fredo, we still sippin' jelly
Caught a mistrial, it's time to free Melly
Sometimes you gone have to beat up your celly
Niggas be tough til' shit start to get messy
They all of my dick this shit startin' to get heavy
The hate me when I start applying this pressure
One in the closet and one on the dresser
It's one in your noggin and one for the message
You ain't talkin' money, then get out the section
Aye, bitch, yeah, I been on my grind
Money and murder, what's all on my mind
You ain't talkin' cheddar, ain't wastin' my time
All you get is dick, ain't wastin' a dime
Said he want problems, that nigga was lyin'
Cause if we pull up, then them bullets is flyin'
Soldiers is dyin', mamas is cryin'
Broski a snake, but he ain't see the signs
Open your eyes, had to read through the lines
Peek in the window, get shot through the blinds
If you see evil, then cover your eyes
I move alone for the rats in disguise
All these pussies prayin' for my demise
Movin' different, they all start switchin' sides
Move around if you ain't feelin' the vibes
One phone call, them creatures gone slide
He ain't killer, I see it in his eyes
He was in the county tellin' them lies
Want him dead, gotta double the prize
Want him gone, gotta double the price
Kick in doors if they cut off the lights
Plenty days, we was ridin' with pipes
Plenty nights pent earnin' them stripes
On stage, tryin' to convince me you a killer
Nigga, how you gon' walk a man down
And you get nervous in the crowd
Help me understand
Boy, you petty, eatin' tail, bitch, you messy
Yeah, I hit, yeah, you let me say my name
I know it's catchy
Big dog, but this chopper too heavy
Revolver, keep the bullets, I'm tryin' to break a nigga levy
Need a brand new Glock
With a sight on the top
Red beam, go fah
Make a nigga do the wop
Gotta swing it with the shot
Make it curve, make it hot
Thought you had me, probably not
I was cool now I'm not
Is that a compressor? Oh, yes, sir
Gon' sneeze and the God might bless ya
Is that a compressor? Oh, yes, sir
Gon' sneeze and the God might bless ya
I can see the future like I'm Raven
Doctors screamin', we can't save him
Boy, we might be the Lakers
The way we out here tradin'
Eyes low, I'm a Blasian
Me and this money just datin
I fell in love with my savins'
She know I eat pussy by the cadence
Run it up quick, cum and I dip
Done with the clique, trouble with sticks I don't need to switch
If 17 don't hit, then God was with that bitch
I let him live, dummy
How you still makin' money
But your geekers keep dyin'
Mixin' fetty with the white
Hope you know they gone fry him
Your bitch told all the business, boy, you still out here lyin
You supposed to be the OG
But you niggas misguided
Either you gone find it or karma gone check your timing
But I don't give a f*ck
F*ck about no bitch
Especially them, especially them
Baby, baby, what's the sitch
You know anything is possible like my first name
Kim, Kim, first name Kim
I don't give a f*ck
F*ck about no bitch
Especially them, especially them
Baby, baby, what's the sitch
You know anything is possible like my first name
Kim, Kim, first name Kim

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