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lirik lagu ftb mansa musa – dom cess

roll, roll, roll i say roll medical
lifes a b*tch
let her go
ice her wrist n*gga no
gee gee
n*ggas mad but they can’t beat me
yea yea
don’t be mad (don’t be mad)
get a bag (yea yea)

let it go let it go let it go
like woosa woosa woosa
let it go let it go let it go
get money like mana musa
let it go let it go let it go
them ops they’re so pathetic bro
they hating i don’t get it though
let it go let it go let it go

verse i

you’re the typе of girl so bad get a n*gga lined up get a young black robbеd like whoa
you the type of girls so bad love go mia you find out that her love is like whoa

n*ggas like 2k girls like clothes
women like bad boys boys like hoes
women like romance boys like holes
why is sh*t like that i don’t know
rib got me kicked out of the garden like i’m oak
i eat her p*ssy search for water and we smoke
still make her moan don’t b*tch and moan no i just cope
with issues that you’d sweat to much cuz you do coke

puff puff puff puff puff do a whole lot of partying
you take that bump get p*pumped up do a whole lot of arguing
my heart might stop i take that shot like a n*gga can’t guard me
you wake up drunk like f*ck grab phone text a whole lot of sorries

grind till i got a new crib and a whole lot of car keys
craft i’ve mastered mine i’m the mastermind yea
i might roll a blunt just to pass the time life a f*cking b*tch and that ass is mine she decline my first take’s that’s asinine yea

bridge ii

roll, roll, roll i say roll medical
lifes a b*tch
let her go
ice her wrist n*gga no
gee gee
n*ggas mad but they can’t beat me
yea yea
don’t be mad (don’t be mad)
get a bag (yea yea)
hook i

verse ii

dom cess stay on her mind
she wants little black sambho
act like i don’t got time, if she can’t get me to a bag who are you
no that heart it ain’t mine
here my little black shambles hope that you enlighten my mind
cuz its tic tic tock can’t be loaned or borrowed gee

you the type of girl so bad get a n*gga lined up get a young black robbed like whoa
you the type of girl so bad love go mia you found out that her love is like whoa
shorty so bad that she can’t get gassed
all you gotta do is shake that ass
rhetorical question when she asks
what you gonna do with all that dough?
f*cking freakshow
dancing around me you are hot feecle
matter and your booty got fatter
that’s that sh*t that gets these other hoes madder
i say you are all lethal
stabbed backs turn around you of all people
no introductions no nice to meet you’s
real recognize real you are all see through gee

bridge iii
hook iii

outro i

let it go let it go let it go
lifes a b*tch let her know let her know
yea, yea yea yea yea yea
one day you might figure it out

- dom cess

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