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where is ceeday - pink molli lyrics

[intro]
ya’ll ma’f*ckas needa stop f*ckin with my n*gga molli bruh
he too godly*
(molli, what the f*ck?)
*f*ck
(c*cu*cuff yo chick)
ya’ll be d*ck riding, for no reason
the f*ck ya’ll doin bruh, the f*ck outta my n*gga face
aye, yuh

[chorus]
where my n*ggas be at, my n*ggas got straps
if he run up on us, imma do him bad
he wanna talk sh*t, hit him wit a tac
glock 19 blow a n*gga back
slide in a big body whip, all black
if i cheat on her, she gon take a n*gga back
suppressor on me and that sh*t don’t track
this n*gga got up and they took him off the map
like where da f*ck is ceeday at?
like where da f*ck is ceeday at?
like where da f*ck is ceeday at?
like where da f*ck is ceeday at?
i got h*lla b*tches where the city at
and i’m f*ckin this b*tch, no jimmy hat
and i’m bustin’ a nut where he titty at
i’ll neva switch on my n*ggas for kitty cat
[verse]
aye, she a bad ass b*tch but she off a perc
my n*ggas be juggin, puttin in that work
i called her a “b*tch” and she called me a “jerk”
i told the b*tch “shut up, b*tch twerk” (aye)
come correct when you talk to a real n*gga (aye)
my n*ggas stay hurt, this life sh*t cruel n*gga (aye)
got a stick on my hip if you wanna duel n*gga
the f*ck you doing? you don’t got a gun wit ya
aye, i’m sipping on wock (yuh)
yeah this sh*t straight f*ckin up my stomach
look at the crowd, them lil n*ggas jumping (aye)
switch on the glock, yea that sh*t straight dumpin (aye)
ear drummers got the b*tch head thumping (aye)
my b*tch bad, and she look like honey
broke my heart, this sh*t ain’t funny
b*tch, come f*ck wit a realtrap monkey

ladies and gentlemen we*
we’ve finally made it out the trenches
it’s a big day for us, as you can see

i’ve missed you
so what are you gonna do about it?

- pink molli lyrics

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