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Moral
Yeah, yah, uh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah
Uh, yeah, uh
BLWYRMND
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
The moral of the story never trust no snake (Yeah)
The moral of the story cop the crib before the wraith (Right)
The moral of the story ain’t nobody ever safe (Safe)
She see I got the bag so she put it in my face (Face)
Pussy pussy popping make me wanna pop it
Chop the top and drop it make em wanna top me
Pussy pussy poppin' sucking slurp me sloppy
All these bitches bopping Jordan Forces, cop it
Aye, cash in my pants, now I look like MC Hammer (Yuh)
Bag after bag on my back, look like I'm Santa (Right)
She said she want to fuck because she like my PG grammar (Grammar)
Get a hoe, pin her up, knock her down like a hammer (Woo)
Make her disappear, it ain't my fault, yeah, bitch, I'm mystical
I don't shed no tear, I take a loss and I'm like "Okay, cool" (Right, right, right)
Pretty pussy pink and it's fat, it look like Majin Buu (Woo)
Opposite of Usher and Alicia, bitch, you not my boo (My boo)
You don't get no time or no attention 'less you fuck the crew
My dick like a ruler, teach a lesson, take your ass to school
Crossing out my ex's after ex's, bitch, I ain't no fool, true
Songtexte
The moral of the story never trust no snake (Yeah)
The moral of the story cop the crib before the wraith (Right)
The moral of the story ain’t nobody ever safe (Safe)
She see I got the bag so she put it in my face (Face)
Pussy pussy popping make me wanna pop it
Chop the top and drop it make 'em wanna top me
Pussy pussy poppin' sucking slurp me sloppy
All these bitches bopping Jordan Forces, cop it
Water neck like a faucet (Aye, yeah)
Louis Supreme endorsement
Somersault bitch I toss em (Aye, yeah)
Diamonds they cha-cha salsa (Aye, yeah)
Pimp on a hoe come boss up
Windows I bust the top up
We don’t drive by we pop up
Fill yo ass up wit' hot stuff (Hey, get it)
Hopping out racks on racks
Sold fake lean but he thought it was Act' (Finesse)
I hit the bitch from the back
She give me brain while she rock my chain (Suck that dick up)
V-12 do the whole dash
Cop me a sprinter gripping on wood grain (Damn)
Neck and wrist from Jimmy but my grill Johnny Deng (Whoa)
We caught an opp nigga lacking on Highway 6
He ain’t see us creeping up he chilling with his bitch
Walked a nigga down hit his ass with the stick (Boom, boom, boom)
The moral of the story Trigga Maxo with the shits (Aye, aye, aye, aye, Maxo, Maxo)
The moral of the story never trust no snake (Yeah)
The moral of the story cop the crib before the wraith (Right)
The moral of the story ain’t nobody ever safe (Safe)
She see I got the bag so she put it in my face (Face)
Pussy pussy popping make me wanna pop it
Chop the top and drop it make 'em wanna top me
Pussy pussy poppin' sucking slurp me sloppy
All these bitches bopping Jordan Forces, cop it
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