Loud Lungs
Mondo the Moonrock
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Not a human being, spirit, he can see the outcome Walk tall, fuckboys let their mouth run They gone hate you whether you do it with or without 'em Fire white make the whole house jump Call me Mr. Loud Lungs Only count up, never f*ck the count up Praying that the pounds come Keep that ho shit a couple miles from around us Roaches in the tray Roaches get sprayed with the Round-up Gas what I got an ounce of Guess what, I could truly give 2 fucks what you thought of me That Oscar the Grouch what I slouch from Trying to dress like I graduated Yale on outta town runs Pulled a cluck move for the chicken & he got plucked Shawty want a 8 ball, tell her call Waka, She know that I got her 'cuz I know that she a shopper She stay out in Powder Springs, she sprung up off the powder Bustin' chores for me but no allowance, don't allow it Them thousands come with power, dig a hole & throw 'em downwards (Ah) They set another trap I wouldn't fall for French bitch DM'ing me, all that I know is "bonjour" Hoppin' into car doors, no shows, I'm on tour Grabbin' gas mask by the handful 'til my palms sore Not a human being, spirit, he can see the outcome Walk tall, fuckboys let their mouth run They gone hate you whether you do it with or without 'em Fire white make the whole house jump Call me Mr. Loud Lungs Only count up, never f*ck the count up Praying that the pounds come Keep that ho shit a couple miles from around us I got bags like I'm askin', "paper or plastic?" Paper from the plastic, I make shit happen Hit plays in the back of a place that I can't name They poke the tiger's cage & then they wait for reactions Dark shades, hat to the front 'cuz I'm ruthless (Eazy) At this point, truly just do shit for amusement All black, 3 AM, like I'm boostin' How it's just weed but it hit me like the Houston? You was Never with me, I was sweatin on that Had the regulars plus extra Schedule 1 etceteras Got the bathroom neck from shawty across the aisle I'm lyin, then may God strike me with lightning & cross me out (right now.. well?) Bitch I'm still here, I will smoke How you muthfuckas sold your soul but you still broke? Lil homie puttin' 6 points on the clock That's a couple field goals, if you real then you know the lingo Not a human being, spirit, he can see the outcome Walk tall, fuckboys let their mouth run They gone hate you whether you do it with or without 'em Fire white make the whole house jump Call me Mr. Loud Lungs Only count up, never f*ck the count up Praying that the pounds come Keep that ho shit a couple miles from around us
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