Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mula, artist - Capo Lee. Date of issue: 18.06.2017
Song language: English
Mula |
| Listen |
| Capo |
| Some Unlocked shit, man |
| I swear |
| Running to the mula |
| I’ll be running to the guap |
| I’ll be running to the money |
| Hey, yeah, yeah |
| Nothing ain’t changed, see me grinding in the flats |
| Dreams of a millionaire breaking down a pack |
| Shots from the front had him running out the back |
| Hit him with the pow, pow, execute a rat |
| I’ll be running to that mula, running to that mula |
| I’ll be running to that mula, running to that mula |
| I’ll be running to that mula, running to that mula |
| I’ll be running to that mula, running to that mula |
| I’ll be running, running |
| Yeah, trap boy in the game, that’s me |
| Same place where I grind like |
| Money in my hand everyday |
| Scrunch it up and I’m making a wish |
| I touch down and I’m raising hell |
| I took the path and didn’t look back |
| That’s hard work but he didn’t want none |
| I make the grind look fun |
| No trim, I’ve got a trapping 'fro |
| You don’t know about a trapping flow |
| Too many fed, man trap and go |
| I’ve got a show, then I’m back involved |
| No food, man are acting loads |
| I come through with an active load |
| No breaks when I’m chasing goals |
| I need money right now, that’s facts |
| You’ve got plans? |
| More dough? |
| Let’s get it |
| It’s not that, saw your text and read it |
| All the young boys holding tools |
| You can’t make that call if you ain’t got credit |
| I know about trap and scales |
| I don’t know about 419 |
| Active bails |
| Black gloves on, bruk man down |
| Cuh life’s kind of mad |
| Gotta know where you’re rolling |
| Gotta know who you’re speaking to |
| Gotta know who you’re phoning |
| I saw music money last year |
| Believe me that I’m grateful |
| I keep to myself more time |
| Cuh bare MCs are too hateful |
| Nothing ain’t changed, see me grinding in the flats |
| Dreams of a millionaire breaking down a pack |
| Shots from the front had him running out the back |
| Hit him with the pow, pow, execute a rat |
| I’ll be running to that mula, running to that mula |
| I’ll be running to that mula, running to that mula |
| I’ll be running to that mula, running to that mula |
| I’ll be running to that mula, running to that mula |
| I’ll be running, running |
| I was gang before it was cool to say gang, let me tell you about man |
| Seventeen years old, came up with a plan |
| Serve man food knowing it’s bland |
| On the way home, laughing at man |
| He said he’ll remember man |
| Oi, fuck your memory, fam |
| I’ve got a MAC with serious ram |
| Push big whips like pram |
| Now chicks wanna link and hang |
| 'Cause her friend told her how low it hangs |
| Got dick that will touch her glands |
| Told me she had a man (so?) |
| Used to make money in a ban (do) |
| Now I make money like bands (dough) |
| Leave banks with money in bands (whoa) |
| Never did pots and pans |
| But I still got dirty hands |
| Used to set up the lights and fans |
| Now I’ve got my name in lights and fans |
| About «let's do a tune, fam» |
| Stop that, what’d you mean, fam? |
| Got adlibs, now you think you’re gang |
| (What?) Brap, top lip panned |
| Still turn up with gang |
| Still turn up when you jam |
| One badman born in April |
| Another badman born in Jan |
| Go ahead, call your main man |
| Man don’t care if he’s wham |
| I ain’t getting out the car, are you mad? |
| Nothing ain’t changed, see me grinding in the flats |
| Dreams of a millionaire breaking down a pack |
| Shots from the front had him running out the back |
| Hit him with the pow, pow, execute a rat |
| I’ll be running to that mula, running to that mula |
| I’ll be running to that mula, running to that mula |
| I’ll be running to that mula, running to that mula |
| I’ll be running to that mula, running to that mula |
| I’ll be running, running |