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lirik lagu dos – mso j

mso j * [intro]
[verse 1]
dos! hit his ass from up close. just like my b*tch he shake with that pole
look how he move he really a hoe
we go through the back since somebody home
b*tch i don’t need to know what it’s going for, i don’t even care, i buy the whole store
spot me once, you won’t see me no more. i want me a mill and maybe some more
hundred round drums but i gave his ass 80, you b*tch ass n*ggas i know that you hate me
smile in my face you must think you can play me. i got the sauce try and just take it, f*ck around and your top will get faded
smoke so much my lungs be aching. he wanted some heat so [in audible][adlib]
wassup peyton! that n*gga j soft? you got me mistaken
i get it popping just like some bacon. you asked for the smoke? n*gga quit vaping
i’m smarter now so i move with precaution. big body benz no i’m not walking
this what really what caught them? that’s what he gets for thinking he mossing!
who? n0body b*tch. jump tough and you’ll end up in the ditch
f*ck with my gang, how can i flip? i’ll get you off just like a switch
i’ll beat your ass and your n*gga ass like i ion care
who passed the first l!ck?
j what’s going on, what’s been making you tick?
nothing i’m just tired of this sh*t. like 2zy i’m leaving them p*ssed
get off my ass before i get on your b*tch
now you off, now your b*tch on my d*ck
i tell you get ghost right from the get go..and that b*tch she gone deep throat, i got an ego, don’t be a hero
you already know i’m f*cking wit(5x) i’m f*cking wit migo
talking to you, i’ll take you to zero
i’m talking about commas, i’m talking bout dollas, i’ll talk to your momma
two door coup, f*ck the impala
i’ll race you tomorrow. you see me don’t bother
i’ll keep it buck ion f*ck with your father but i’ll f*ck on his daughter
kick it with joy made her feel sorry, sorry ass style you can’t even bother
don’t f*ck with this song but i f*ck with this beat
gimme that sh*t i’ll make it unique. i’ll rip it in 3, 2, 1 now that b*tch on repeat
beat the p*ssy up and put it to sleep
i got a bud it’s no need for a key. came for a check, now i gotta leave
i’m moving… super… sonic… boom, speed! give her a look now the b*tch on her knees
ain’t gotta be fat but a little petite
bonnie gang inside it’s a little bit green. [inaudible]
she like a donut i fill her with cream. off of that freak shot i really didn’t mean that sh*t
matter of fact, no cap, i really did mean that sh*t. cause i know how to treat a b*tch
go i’m a dog aggressive, hands around her throat she like when we wrestle
pop the young n*gga, took him out of his vessel
back with my b*tch she love the affection
[in audible] no need for a weapon. treat him like a b*tch, grab my protection
if i wanna hit him up, ima hit him with the smith and wesson

- mso j

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