| Shooter geekin' off that Molly, he might pop some', yeah
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| Nobody tried us, he just wanna catch a body for me
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| Everything I own, that’s me, I got it out of the streets
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| Got some choppers in the closet, bring 'em out if it’s beef
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| Price tag on his head, and ain’t shit to get your mind bought
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| Make sure he dead, raise out the car and let that 9 off
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| Seventeen shots, empty the clip before we ride off
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| Heard that boy been woofin', left him stinkin' on that sidewalk
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| Aye, bitch, I bang until the death of me
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| Killers that’ll step for me (Huh)
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| Of course I love my aunty, I just hate she on that 'phetamine
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| Suckas all scared of me, scientific fact though
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| I just checked the 'Gram, nobody died, we doubled back though
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| Woofin' get you bagged though, boolin' in my bathrobe
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| Tending to this trap phone
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| Shoot him if his mask’s on, I’m tryna knock his mask off
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| Fire up and stab off, synthetic cathinones, my drilla off of bathsalt
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| Nail him to the asphalt, business boomin', bag talk
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| Buy it wholesale, and then we sell it to 'em half off
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| Fuck the opposition, bitch, I’m trippin', tear his ass off
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| Fuck the opposition, bitch, I’m trippin', tear his ass off
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| Shooter geekin' off that Molly, he might pop some', yeah
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| Nobody tried us, he just wanna catch a body for me
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| Everything I own, that’s me, I got it out of the streets
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| Got some choppers in the closet, bring 'em out if it’s beef
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| Price tag on his head, and ain’t shit to get your mind bought
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| Make sure he dead, raise out the car and let that 9 off
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| Seventeen shots, empty the clip before we ride off
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| Heard that boy been woofin', left him stinkin' on that sidewalk
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| Foenem tweakin', bussin' in the party droppin' gang signs
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| If we pop out late, we tryna score, lil' bitch, it’s game time
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| Ready for whatever, I won’t hesitate to bang mine
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| I went through the struggle, but I made it through that pain fine
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| Now it’s all smiles, I swear we spent so many days crying
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| Remember selling crack, weed and pills at the same time
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| Now I’m swerving foreigns, you might catch me switching lanes, flying
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| Ballin' like I’m Jordan, I be fly like I got hang time
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| Shooter geekin' off that Molly, he might pop some', yeah
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| Nobody tried us, he just wanna catch a body for me
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| Everything I own, that’s me, I got it out of the streets
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| Got some choppers in the closet, bring 'em out if it’s beef
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| Price tag on his head, and ain’t shit to get your mind bought
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| Make sure he dead, raise out the car and let that 9 off
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| Seventeen shots, empty the clip before we ride off
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| Heard that boy been woofin', left him stinkin' on that sidewalk
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| I know these niggas pussy, I can’t catch him? |
| Knock his dog off
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| At your mama' job every day until she call off
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| I might send a nigga on a dead end with a sawed-off
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| If you diss me on your Instagram-Live, then you gettin' logged off
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| I don’t like to talk on phones, police going through them call-logs
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| You throw’d the rock then hid your hand, ok cool, we gon' kill all y’all
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| Lil' nigga, but I’m big dog, I’m who they call when shit pop-off
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| Or we can get your block took off, don’t be expecting me to look out
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| Shooter geekin' off that Molly, he might pop some', yeah
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| Nobody tried us, he just wanna catch a body for me
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| Everything I own, that’s me, I got it out of the streets
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| Got some choppers in the closet, bring 'em out if it’s beef
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| Price tag on his head, and ain’t shit to get your mind bought
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| Make sure he dead, raise out the car and let that 9 off
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| Seventeen shots, empty the clip before we ride off
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| Heard that boy been woofin', left him stinkin' on that sidewalk |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pricetag , by - Mozzy. Song from the album Beyond Bulletproof, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп