CashMoney, CashMoney
Yeah, Yeah
Long days up on the block, a n#gg# got a suntan
I’m looking back upon my past, a n#gg# came from nothin’
These n#gg#s say they wanna pass it, but they got it on me
Run up on me hit your b#tch then shoot your homies
The way I’m feelin’, I’ve been feelin’ like a star
Need to slow down on the drugs, keep poppin’ these bars
I got about four cars up in the garage
And I can’t even drive but them b#tches push start
Ayy, push straight, backpack, choppa bullets, rat-ta-tat
Bad yellow b#tch, eatin’ dick, like a rap snack
Her p#ss# on fat fat, you know I’ma hit that
She said she never had an #rg#sm, I’ma fix that
b#tch I’m married to the game, I would never get a prenup
My b#tch, she playing with my balls, call her Serena
I be beating the p#ss# up, just like Ike did Tina
She turned my dick white cause that b#tch was a creamer
She off of X pills, Perkys, Roxys, and the Molly
And I like the way she move her body
She gave me head in the backseat of the Maserati
Baby ride me
She like the way I ride the beat
Ride me
Baby, get on top of me, yeah
You was at the school, and I was at the bank
I be smoking opps, and you be smoking dank
And b#tch I keep a gun, b#tch, you keep a shank
And you know that I’m a shooter, that’s how I got my name
I got way too many b#tches, mane, it’s looking like a pageant
She can’t speak no English, but that b#tch, she call me daddy
Just like a plane, if I see the oppositions, then I’m crashing
This chopper sang, make him dance like that n#gg# Michael Jackson
Ayy, I’m a glizzy toter
Like a notebook, I’ma fold her
She was slurpin’ on my dick like she drinking on some soda
That b#tch, she love giving brain, yeah, you know that I control her
She got a big ol’ onion booty so I told her bend it over
When I hit her from the back, had that b#tch screaming Crip
‘Cause when I get done she gon’ walk with a limp
Lotta n#gg#s came with me like the slaves on the ship
And my trap going dumb, doing acrobatic flips
Ayy, uh
I got this Glocky up in my pocket and I’ma pop it
She popping molly, she off a molly, she give me noggin
I’m off a Roxy, I’m
The coldest n#gg# in the game so you know I’m never stopping
She drinking Hennessy
She popping Xannies
She always on her knees
That’s why her n#gg# can’t stand me, yeah, yeah
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Molly Lyrics English
CashMoney, CashMoney
Yeah, Yeah
Long days up on the block, a n#gg# got a suntan
I’m looking back upon my past, a n#gg# came from nothin’
These n#gg#s say they wanna pass it, but they got it on me
Run up on me hit your b#tch then shoot your homies
The way I’m feelin’, I’ve been feelin’ like a star
Need to slow down on the drugs, keep poppin’ these bars
I got about four cars up in the garage
And I can’t even drive but them b#tches push start
Ayy, push straight, backpack, choppa bullets, rat-ta-tat
Bad yellow b#tch, eatin’ dick, like a rap snack
Her p#ss# on fat fat, you know I’ma hit that
She said she never had an #rg#sm, I’ma fix that
b#tch I’m married to the game, I would never get a prenup
My b#tch, she playing with my balls, call her Serena
I be beating the p#ss# up, just like Ike did Tina
She turned my dick white cause that b#tch was a creamer
She off of X pills, Perkys, Roxys, and the Molly
And I like the way she move her body
She gave me head in the backseat of the Maserati
Baby ride me
She like the way I ride the beat
Ride me
Baby, get on top of me, yeah
You was at the school, and I was at the bank
I be smoking opps, and you be smoking dank
And b#tch I keep a gun, b#tch, you keep a shank
And you know that I’m a shooter, that’s how I got my name
I got way too many b#tches, mane, it’s looking like a pageant
She can’t speak no English, but that b#tch, she call me daddy
Just like a plane, if I see the oppositions, then I’m crashing
This chopper sang, make him dance like that n#gg# Michael Jackson
Ayy, I’m a glizzy toter
Like a notebook, I’ma fold her
She was slurpin’ on my dick like she drinking on some soda
That b#tch, she love giving brain, yeah, you know that I control her
She got a big ol’ onion booty so I told her bend it over
When I hit her from the back, had that b#tch screaming Crip
‘Cause when I get done she gon’ walk with a limp
Lotta n#gg#s came with me like the slaves on the ship
And my trap going dumb, doing acrobatic flips
Ayy, uh
I got this Glocky up in my pocket and I’ma pop it
She popping molly, she off a molly, she give me noggin
I’m off a Roxy, I’m
The coldest n#gg# in the game so you know I’m never stopping
She drinking Hennessy
She popping Xannies
She always on her knees
That’s why her n#gg# can’t stand me, yeah, yeah
Find more lyrics at asialyrics.com
NLE Choppa Lyrics – Molly