Letra de MWZC
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Featuring Waka Flocka Flame, Gucci Mane & Project Pat
Prod By Izze The Producer
Prod By Izze The Producer
(Intro)
Izze The Producer
DJ Scream!
(Hook x2)
Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke
Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke
Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke
Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke
(Verse)
Extendos, fuck that reload
Lock and load til the block explode
Can’t wait, man I got to go
We shoot it down, they got to know
Campaign, steal champagne
Bitch disrespectin this red wayne
10-90, so wet cool
Disrespect who? I wish you would
Thugged out and we smoke good
Stand the top of my rose hood
100 nigga, no rolls with it
I throw grams in this back wood
Throw his body in the back woods
‘Cause body parts like the cartels
Chop em, make em do kart wheels
Tell yo pussy ass, so diamond bells
You a lyin nigga, you the sucker trap
Sellin weed and we sellin wide
I’m down more and I’m really right
Checkin up peas, yelling fuck life
Thug life, 4 ounces – that’s dirty Sprite
She a go on ice
Rich as hell off rap nigga
Shippin my own packs nigga
(Hook x2)
Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke
Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke
Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke
Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke
(Verse)
It’s Gucci
So many bitches callin, gotta keep it on the charger
Niggas keep on hatin, I’mma load up my revolver
Since this day won’t think that’s why, I put em on the Charger
Take these rappers to the hood like a fish out the water
Nigga never cross me cuz Gucci so double crosser
Used to wear some valids just like Nino at the corner
A scream nigga turn in the street, that’s when a nigga lost me
Hold my Rollie up cuz yea two bricks that’s what it cost
I had a bossy bitch with bossy too, I put her on the molly
And my bank account’s so pregnant that my pocket need Pilates
People think I’m crazy cuz I keep buyin Ferraris
Okay that brand new Bentley, bitch it cost me bout 3 Maseratis
(Hook x2)
Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke
Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke
Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke
Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke
(Verse)
Xanax have a nigga head sleep, you shall suffer
Mollies quicker picker upper, fuck with no rubber
Sucked my dick in her mouth, she blew me like a whistle
All free and make my balls shut, look like a pistol
Ballin so crazy I think I need a agent
White girl, do that white girl Caucasian
Sellin then go part, I put you on a open cager
Back to school, me about to, I ain’t got no patience
Fast money, fast cars, I mean feels good
10 shots at yo table, 25ths over hood
Your plug from another hood, mine from Mexico
XR, high as hell, I like that dash 40 low
(Hook x2)
Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke
Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke
Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke
Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke
Izze The Producer
DJ Scream!
(Hook x2)
Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke
Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke
Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke
Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke
(Verse)
Extendos, fuck that reload
Lock and load til the block explode
Can’t wait, man I got to go
We shoot it down, they got to know
Campaign, steal champagne
Bitch disrespectin this red wayne
10-90, so wet cool
Disrespect who? I wish you would
Thugged out and we smoke good
Stand the top of my rose hood
100 nigga, no rolls with it
I throw grams in this back wood
Throw his body in the back woods
‘Cause body parts like the cartels
Chop em, make em do kart wheels
Tell yo pussy ass, so diamond bells
You a lyin nigga, you the sucker trap
Sellin weed and we sellin wide
I’m down more and I’m really right
Checkin up peas, yelling fuck life
Thug life, 4 ounces – that’s dirty Sprite
She a go on ice
Rich as hell off rap nigga
Shippin my own packs nigga
(Hook x2)
Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke
Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke
Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke
Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke
(Verse)
It’s Gucci
So many bitches callin, gotta keep it on the charger
Niggas keep on hatin, I’mma load up my revolver
Since this day won’t think that’s why, I put em on the Charger
Take these rappers to the hood like a fish out the water
Nigga never cross me cuz Gucci so double crosser
Used to wear some valids just like Nino at the corner
A scream nigga turn in the street, that’s when a nigga lost me
Hold my Rollie up cuz yea two bricks that’s what it cost
I had a bossy bitch with bossy too, I put her on the molly
And my bank account’s so pregnant that my pocket need Pilates
People think I’m crazy cuz I keep buyin Ferraris
Okay that brand new Bentley, bitch it cost me bout 3 Maseratis
(Hook x2)
Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke
Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke
Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke
Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke
(Verse)
Xanax have a nigga head sleep, you shall suffer
Mollies quicker picker upper, fuck with no rubber
Sucked my dick in her mouth, she blew me like a whistle
All free and make my balls shut, look like a pistol
Ballin so crazy I think I need a agent
White girl, do that white girl Caucasian
Sellin then go part, I put you on a open cager
Back to school, me about to, I ain’t got no patience
Fast money, fast cars, I mean feels good
10 shots at yo table, 25ths over hood
Your plug from another hood, mine from Mexico
XR, high as hell, I like that dash 40 low
(Hook x2)
Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke
Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke
Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke
Mollies, Weed, Zans, Coke
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