Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Molly Maid , by - A$Ton MatthewsRelease date: 03.08.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Molly Maid |
| Face down, it’s a motherfucking molly tuna |
| Wasabi music |
| Strong dick, long clips catch bodies to it |
| Got you pussies dripping like South Beach |
| Connected like |
| Watch for that mouth piece |
| That life’s a bitch but them slugs cheaper |
| Pussy, you talking shit, you get dug deeper |
| Not your boys keeper, I’m your boys reaper |
| Brick Flair, molly maid street sweeper |
| Fiends facing bricks like a sensei |
| Riding with my red socks, but far from the Fenway |
| German Suplex when the tech spray |
| Feed the streets ??? |
| ??? |
| Bring that Latino heat, comprende |
| My nigga how you gone shoot me |
| Can’t fit a deuce inside them tight ass jeans |
| Best believe we move them P’s, fiends is like Dawn of the Dead |
| Them copper toppers send 'em all at yo' head |
| So tell 'em heads up, cause them 7's up |
| And ten times out of ten niggas gone get shot |
| This smash-mouth football, that goal line blue shit |
| Them thirty clips is worthless if you ain’t' gone hit shit |
| But I ain’t gone miss, so you can miss me with that rapping |
| Pop me at yo' momma, tell that bitch to run, I feel like Cappadonna |
| Ride around like I shot Ricky, get you like they got Biggie |
| Them bullets hot and that pavement hard |
| So don’t look for God, cause he not with me |
| That Glock with me, nine in the back |
| Got one in the hole, put your mind in your lap |
| You can thank my momma for that |