Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 225, artist - Robb Bank$. Album song Molly World, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, SS
Song language: English
225 |
| Molly |
| Free all my niggas up |
| I think I might be happy |
| Hah |
| You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig |
| You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig |
| You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig |
| You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig |
| Loud and live |
| From the back |
| I’m from the side |
| Do the Wraith |
| Keep up the pace |
| Take a knee |
| Still can’t wife a freak |
| Mobile Suit my Gundam, how you move your gun then? |
| I got to hold my hand right round him, he moved, so I shot him |
| I demand all respect right now, make me put this mic down |
| Two of us finna go in, we both know who gon' come out |
| Maybach 23 |
| Rollin' on a bean |
| Made her drink my Minute Made |
| Take her out like Sandra |
| I ain’t gon' shoot no-one today |
| no Sharpay |
| Signed into it with a Sharpie |
| Lil nigga, know you my protege |
| 19, got 20 for a show |
| 18, got 50 for the load |
| 17, had 0 Texakos |
| 13, I had hopped off the porch |
| I was thuggin' before my mama was buyin' my clothes |
| You was pussy 'fore me, both with snotty nose |
| I used to take you for your L and the gang would roast |
| I’m a real ass nigga, we both know |
| Fuck I’m cappin' for? |
| Loud and live |
| From the back |
| I’m from the side |
| Do the Wraith |
| Keep up the pace |
| Take a knee |
| Still can’t wife a freak |
| Beat the pot, beat the pot |
| Beat the pot, smash |
| Gettin' that, gettin' that |
| Gettin' that, bag |
| Walk through, walk through |
| Walk through, splash |
| Bless you, bless you |
| Too fresh, death |
| Who gon' check me? |
| Whatever you do ain’t finna impress me |
| Uh, rhinestone cobweb like I’m Presley |
| Uh, Black Clover, do magic |
| I ain’t never been one of them niggas, get online and talk all that shit, uh |
| Ate a bum hoe out last night and the bitch left her crumbs on my lip, uh |
| Green heart, don’t feel nothing, I ain’t finna wife none hoe, not for shit |
| And the bitch said won’t hear what I’m sayin', finna learn something, |
| I don’t wanna kiss you |
| Pussy ass lil nigga got a bitty ass chain on and that lame ass still tryna flex |
| Early morning, late nights in that Nissan, me and Kie Mon' took that risk |
| Look at these scripts of a sea bring, and I never on a trip |
| Nell Money had Smithy in a halfway, and he still gave his ass another year |
| Loud and live |
| From the back |
| I’m from the side |
| Do the Wraith |
| Keep up the pace |
| Take a knee |
| Still can’t wife a freak |
| Beat the pot, beat the pot |
| Beat the pot, smash |
| Gettin' that, gettin' that |
| Gettin' that, bag |
| Walk through, walk through |
| Walk through, splash |
| Bless you, bless you |
| Too fresh, death |