Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song MOLLY (BABY MAMA), artist - Foogiano. Date of issue: 25.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
MOLLY (BABY MAMA) |
| Yeah, nigga |
| Huh? |
| Mob? |
| 2020, boy |
| Uh |
| Y’all done fucked up now, nigga |
| Ah? |
| Yeah |
| Authentic or nothin' |
| Baby mama ain’t shit (Naw) |
| She won’t let me see my son (Hoe) |
| But you fuck with 'em, I’ma pop my gun |
| Pussy, ain’t no one on one (Rrrah) |
| Nigga, we come from the slums (Mob) |
| 30 rounds, 50 rounds, 100 rounds |
| Yeah, pussy boy them drums (Drums) |
| Have you prayin' like a nun (Huh?) |
| I ain’t never been a actor |
| Patrick nigga with that cappin' shit |
| We gon' stomp his ass just like a kappa (Uh) |
| The mayor but she call me masta' (Uh) |
| Got her to the spot, gave that bitch a perc, now she geekin' like a banshee |
| (Geek) |
| She couldn’t e’en understand me (Ah) |
| When I told her drop her panties |
| 448, I get 'em gone (Ah) |
| Boy, this a hunned million dolla' phone |
| They hit my jack they say they need the strong |
| Boy, you look broke as hell, you need a loan? |
| My nigga, I’m nice, so you can have a loan (Ah) |
| Yo bitch told me «that was nice» and then we boned (Uh) |
| No time to cuff, a nigga know I’m gone |
| Trap on the defense, boy, I’m in the zone |
| Ain’t gotta say it, you know how I’m comin' (Uh) |
| Big nuts they hangin' like a monkey |
| Say he got 50 bags down in the dungeon |
| Boy, I hear take some and he say he bummin' |
| Say he gon' shoot, well bih what it do? |
| (Ah) |
| I think he bluffin', nigga, where the proof? |
| Told you we comin' and we want the loot |
| Try me, boy, I’ma leave you with no roof |
| I got that drank, bitch I got that juice |
| No, I ain’t bishop, but I keep the tool |
| Lil bitch, it’s Foo, but try me like a fool |
| I promise ya you won’t make another move |
| I’m in my groove, yeah, nigga, I’m back |
| Boy, I heard you been cuffin' on that nat |
| That bitch she lick me down until my sack |
| You got a new name, boy, we call you Pat |
| He want the smoke, well bih what it is? |
| You know I’m slimy, nigga, like a eel |
| Know I’ll pop a nigga like a pill |
| Know I be drankin' mud straight out the seal |
| Yeah, it’s the mayor and I’m with the Mob |
| Yeah, we be trappin', bih, we don’t do fraud |
| My trappers they young and layin' in ya yard, bih |
| Ah? |
| Baby mama ain’t shit (Naw) |
| She won’t let me see my son (Hoe) |
| But you fuck with 'em, I’ma pop my gun |
| Pussy, ain’t no one on one (Rrrah) |
| Nigga, we come from the slums (Mob) |
| 30 rounds, 50 rounds, 100 rounds |
| Yeah, pussy boy them drums (Drums) |
| Have you prayin' like a nun (Huh?) |
| I ain’t never been a actor |
| Patrick nigga with that cappin' shit |
| We gon' stomp his ass just like a kappa (Uh) |
| The mayor but she call me masta' (Uh) |
| Got her to the spot, gave that bitch a perc, now she geekin' like a banshee |
| (Geek) |
| She couldn’t e’en understand me (Ah) |
| When I told her drop her panties |
| I pop a perc, she know what it is |
| Bitch, ain’t no talkin', I ain’t Dr. Phil |
| Pockets, they fat as hell like Uncle Phil |
| Just like a safety, bitch, I’m in the field |
| Here come the mayor, bitch, this ain’t a drill |
| Say that he lookin' for me, he a meal |
| Bitch, if you shoot you better shoot to kill |
| I call the demon, he won’t let you live |
| Slim told me «Foo, my nigga, let him live» |
| Swear I can’t let him live, I want them M’s |
| Know when I’m comin', boy, I come to kill |
| I fucked yo bitch because she like my libs |
| I got 'em mad, 'cause I’m in my bag |
| Yeah, boy, my pockets heavy, gotta sag |
| And I got Glocks that come with extra mags |
| Sauce it be drippin', yeah that shit be sad |
| He want the smoke, but I bring a cloud |
| Bitch, ain’t no boxin', but I’m bringin' rounds |
| I’m with the Mob, that nigga won’t be found |
| I promise you we gon' come and shut it down |
| I hit yo bitch, and I’m on her lips |
| Ask 'em, I get to work and make it flip |
| I got the power, I can get you dipped |
| Roll up that cookie, nigga, chocolate chip |
| He want that pressure, well bitch make a move |
| You tryin' Foo? |
| Well, nigga you the fool |
| I’ll have them gutta babies on ya roof |
| Yo ass gon' dissapear, lil nigga, poof! |
| Yeah, bitch, I’m back, and I’m here to say |
| Even yo bitch gon' tell you that I’m great |
| So when you see me, nigga, fix ya face |
| Yeah, it’s the mayor, bitch, I won the race |
| Baby mama ain’t shit (Naw) |
| She won’t let me see my son (Hoe) |
| But you fuck with 'em, I’ma pop my gun |
| Pussy, ain’t no one on one (Rrrah) |
| Nigga, we come from the slums (Mob) |
| 30 rounds, 50 rounds, 100 rounds |
| Yeah, pussy boy them drums (Drums) |
| Have you prayin' like a nun (Huh?) |
| I ain’t never been a actor |
| Patrick nigga with that cappin' shit |
| We gon' stomp his ass just like a kappa (Uh) |
| The mayor but she call me masta' (Uh) |
| Got her to the spot, gave that bitch a perc, now she geekin' like a banshee |
| (Geek) |
| She couldn’t e’en understand me (Ah) |
| When I told her drop her panties |
| This is Authentic, nigga |