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Mowgs - That's It lyrics

Artist: Mowgs

album: That's It


Freedom Magnum
Rest in Peace, crow
You know
That's boy shit
Screamin' fresh shot, fresh shot (yeah, yo, yo)
Man, I told 'em niggas keep up, but they couldn't
'Cause niggas love to gossip, talkin' 'bout some shit they shouldn't
This madam doin' shade, I record, I couldn't
Sixty floors in Dubai was like hundred flats in Durhams
Talk about the rollie, I can talk about the drip
But take that all away, I'm still a dad to my kid
Still a dad to these pricks, with all that, keep a stick
On the M with a brick, man I hope I don't get nicked, yo
I got beef with some niggas over here
Some niggas over there, black up and be assured
Couple send-me's on the block you ain't heard
Hear a whip through a skrrt, all you gonna hear is brr
Now I know why he's wearing a vest
I ain't put money on your chest, I put money on your head
Pull up, brick fall, and I'm a nigga make them Zeds move
And I don't gamble with my life, I'm playin' chess moves
Told my nigga don't bring me 'round them next dues
And I don't know if them niggas fuck with them youths
Two phones getting busy with a SIM
In the kitchen two bulls gettin' busy with the whip
Two hoes gettin' busy with a brick
My name's really in the script, I can't get it how I live
Trappers show me love, robbers give me hugs
Plugs give me grub, opps wanna give me some love, yo
I done a lot of shit, I guess I can't make it right
Up in Andy's, on the mains, four wings and fries
I'm sick and tired of niggas always aight, tellin' lies
So I just watch you, I'm around and who's by my side
Unless you on the brick I ain't bothered then
Don't ask me for a dilf, you ain't come up in ten
Night track again, trappin' in my Jordans
I never miss a cell, I was on every morning
OD'd for weeks, I had the whole buck scoring
Trap hard, push food, young nigga ballin'
Hundred ain't enough, niggas spendin' all the time
Hundred ain't enough, niggas spendin', I'm buyin'
Big four though he was buyin'
You drop to the floor, you know where everything lyin'
Brick after brick, strip after strip
Clip after clip, I just want my niggas rich, yo
Can't even run me down like my name's tight
But I just play it cool, she know I'm the main guy
I'll never hit that bitch, she fucked some lame guys
Two insta bitch hit me up at the same time
I know these niggas hate, but they just think twice
And they can't front, they steppin' on some thin ice
Still give change to me, is that their life
Let's go down beyond the come up so you know it's only right, yo
Full pipes on the whip, high performance
Full bricks on the whip, no insurance
When it comes to money everybody's talk 'cause
'Til it's time to pay and niggas start lookin' awkward

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