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MORDECAI
by jesusmagazines & d0nt3
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Yeah
Ha
Yeah
The pain strong
Rip my chest wide open
Motherfuckers think they strong
I rip my chest wide open
Motherfuckers in the wrong
I rip my chest wide open
I rip it strongly, rip my chest wide open
Now who the fuck is you to talk to?
Motherfuckers thinkin' that they nice
Motherfuckers wanna hit me up on my motherfuckin' rusty ass bike
Quit the shit
I'm done with the skits
I'm done with the schizo shit
Motherfucker get lit
Yeah
I'm on a, I'm on a motherfuckin' imaginary trip
Not on a boat, not on a plane
Not on a car, not on anything
I'm not on anything
No psychedelics
That shit way back, that shit way back
Like way back in the past
That shit way back, motherfuckers think they on 'em
Motherfuckers think they strong
Motherfuckers wanna hit me up
No tune on this one, i'm not talkin' about Lucki
No tune on this one, i'm not talkin' about Lucki
Like Kodak Black, this shit could get ugly
Like Kodak Black, this shit could get ugly
The color of Mordecai, how I like my money
The color of Mordecai, how I like my money
and I like my girls, same color as Rigby
and I like my girls, same color as Rigby
No, i'm not dumb, can't trick me
No, i'm not dumb, can't trick me
Cut that bitch off, know she miss me
Playing with my money risky
I get money like i'm disney
He won't swing first, he won't hit me
Believe it or not, Ripley
Believe it or not, Believe it or not
I'm in her box, just like some mail
Ignore a bitch, like spam email
I got bands, pierce the veil
I got bands, pierce the veil
Niggas slow, niggas snails
Wallet got sum, look like kale
See through you like Ginger Ale
Pockets fat, breaking scales
Let the beat inhale
Thought i was done, then you dumb
Thought i was done, then you dumb
She give me brain, I ain't dumb
She give me brain, I ain't dumb
Boy, you my clone, you my son
Boy, you my clone, you my son
Yeah
Ha
Yeah
The pain strong
Rip my chest wide open
Motherfuckers think they strong
I rip my chest wide open
Motherfuckers in the wrong
I rip my chest wide open
I rip it strongly, rip my chest wide open
Now who the fuck is you to talk to?
Motherfuckers thinkin' that they nice
Motherfuckers wanna hit me up on my motherfuckin' rusty ass bike
Quit the shit
I'm done with the skits
I'm done with the schizo shit
Motherfucker get lit
Yeah
I'm on a, I'm on a motherfuckin' imaginary trip
Not on a boat, not on a plane
Not on a car, not on anything
I'm not on anything
No psychedelics
That shit way back, that shit way back
Like way back in the past
That shit way back, motherfuckers think they on 'em
Motherfuckers think they strong
Motherfuckers wanna hit me up
No tune on this one, i'm not talkin' about Lucki
No tune on this one, i'm not talkin' about Lucki
Like Kodak Black, this shit could get ugly
Like Kodak Black, this shit could get ugly
The color of Mordecai, how I like my money
The color of Mordecai, how I like my money
and I like my girls, same color as Rigby
and I like my girls, same color as Rigby
No, i'm not dumb, can't trick me
No, i'm not dumb, can't trick me
Cut that bitch off, know she miss me
Playing with my money risky
I get money like i'm disney
He won't swing first, he won't hit me
Believe it or not, Ripley
Believe it or not, Believe it or not
I'm in her box, just like some mail
Ignore a bitch, like spam email
I got bands, pierce the veil
I got bands, pierce the veil
Niggas slow, niggas snails
Wallet got sum, look like kale
See through you like Ginger Ale
Pockets fat, breaking scales
Let the beat inhale
Thought i was done, then you dumb
Thought i was done, then you dumb
She give me brain, I ain't dumb
She give me brain, I ain't dumb
Boy, you my clone, you my son
Boy, you my clone, you my son