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lirik lagu ​mhm (remix) – sgpwes

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[intro]
(one and only)
(zaysk!llz)

[verse 1: sgpwes]
i keep the stick on me at all times
n*gga talk stupid, get hit with the nine
i told that lil’ b*tch to stop all that cryin’
that b*tch she know that she bad, and she fine
that n*gga broke he don’t wanna deny it
i cut these b*tches, i don’t wait in line
reload the pistol, it go in your eye
she wanna f*ck on the kid, ’cause i’m fire
went to the store and i copped me some fire
my nina hits b*tches, i think that it’s bi
i f*ck on your b*tch, yeah, i’m breakin’ her spine
i be tellin’ the truth, yeah, she think i’m a lie
i get the money, i get it a lot
i get the coupe and i swerve off the lot
that n*gga stupid, i call him a bot
she wanna f*ck me, i know she a bot
i will not cuff her, i know she a gnat
if he talk stupid, get smoked like a black
don’t like the weed, but i f*ck with the crack
send me your song, and it go in the trash
these n*ggas dissin’ on me, they all sad
he said he better than me, he gone mad
i hate my life, yeah i think ima crash
[chorus: sgpwes]
i get the bag, then i flip it, mhm
that’s your lil’ hoe, tryna kick it, mhm
got a white hoe, her name tiffany, mhm
i feel like dami, epiphany, mhm
why the f*ck you tryna kiss me?, mhm
i can’t believe that she hit me, mhm
kicked this hoe out of my state, mhm
that n*gga broke i’m like really, mhm

[verse 2: slump6s]
go for a l!ck then i’m baggin’ ya b*tch
i’m finna run up a rack in this b*tch
glock on me, finna attack in this b*tch
and no, i ain’t talkin bout titan
i get the chop’ n*gga, i ain’t a fighter
hit that lil’ boy up the second we sight em’
chop’ really singing like it’s a recital (yeah)
he talkin’ down he get hit wit that fye fye
i got your b*tch suckin’ d*ck in the drop top
we cut that boy right in half like a crop top
i’m makin’ money and you makin’ nada
he said i’m broke and i told that boy nada
that n*gga hatin’, his pockets is flat
not talkin football, i run up a sack
wouldn’t wanna bia man shout out to zach
she wanna know how much money i make and i told her “it’s none of your business” (mhm)
that n*gga was talking tough on the ‘gram then we turned his whole hood to a witness (mhm)
i call up johnny to ice out the chain and he made my whole neck really glisten (mhm)
i know the opps watching every move so i need you to come here and listen (mhm)
diamonds so wet like i jumped out the lake
run up on me then you twistin’ your fate
xd .45 finna knock off his face (blatt)
man you too loud, quiet down
got a suppressor, we take off the sound
i got a shooter to take off your crown
my pockets fat they like eight*hundred pounds
but you ain’t hear that from me though
walk in the party, i ate that ho out like i’m eating a bag of doritos
talk out of line then we t’ing him up, then we shoot like a technical free throw
been getting racks bank account like i’m green, no i ain’t talkin about cee*lo
hop in the whip and i’m pushin’ a b*tton man none of my whips got a key though
i mix the wock’ with the tris (mhm)
she tried to give me a kiss (ughh)
that b*tch she makin me sick (mhm)
got vvs on my wrist (mhm)
hop in the coupe and i push it (rrrr)
her booty feel like a cushion (rrrrr)
in the cut smokin’ on cookie (mhm)
i’m shootin’ sh*t i ain’t lookin
[chorus: sgpwes]
i get the bag, then i flip it, mhm
that’s your lil’ hoe, tryna kick it, mhm
got a white hoe, her name tiffany, mhm
i feel like dami, epiphany, mhm
why the f*ck you tryna kiss me?, mhm
i can’t believe that she hit me, mhm
kicked this hoe out of my state, mhm
that n*gga broke i’m like really, mhm

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