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m-80 - sosmula lyrics

time to show these f*ck n*ggas what im about (thats lama out)
have my n*gga ryder pone pull the lama out (ay yo ryder)
have my n*gga kaz run up in your momma house (ha)
all of them n*ggas what u know none of them n*ggas ridin out (p*ssy)
u n*ggas straight ass, my n*ggas straight cash
nike gloves, black flag and the face mask
i throw a brick on the table im gon’ break half (mula)
im from the east boy, caught my work on 8th ave
im talking night and day, i do this night and day
no hesitatin we just shooting right away
on some dumb sh*t that take your life away (deadass)
lil n*ggas getting bodied for them micro g’s
cook a brick n*gga (n*gga), in a microwave, (cocaine)
n*ggas no hoe on the nicest day (mula), im taking life for short
i said life for short, on the run now cuz we ain’t goin to court (mula!)
f*ck smokin dust, all my n*ggas we been crazy (f*ck outta here)
can’t hold me back, ima blow up like m*80 (ea)
f*ck smokin dust, all my n*ggas we been crazy (crazy)
two glock 9s, holdin sh*t to my twin babies (blaow)
them ryder n*ggas dont f*ck around, we straight clappin (blaow)
them ryder n*ggas dont f*ck around, we straight clappin (blaow)
them ryder n*ggas blitz n*ggas like john madden (mula)
playin hoe games, u playin gun games (blaow)
have my n*ggas treat ur block like a gun range
have my n*ggas treat ur b*tch like the one trained (slide)
free my n*ggas on the island, up in one name ( free the ryders)
some n*ggas capped out, some n*ggas bailed out
all of my n*ggas run the phones in the jail house (ha)
no tosted got a hosted in my h bout (flee n*gga)
i’ma smoke you with the cobra that ur face smiled (blaow)
you n*ggas all soft, crackin 8 b*lls off
papi hit me with a brick i knock it all off (cocaine)
bad b*tches on my d*ck they pockets all off
we them n*ggas now watch them n*ggas fall off
these b*tches all down, i lay ’em more down
all my n*ggas set, cuz he play for georgetown
i need a 4 pound, its some more rounds
rap givin circles, these n*ggas all clowns
f*ck smokin dust, all my n*ggas we been crazy (f*ck outta here)
can’t hold me back, i’ma blow up like m*80 (ea)
f*ck smokin dust, all my n*ggas we been crazy (crazy)
two glock 9s, holdin sh*t to my twin babies (blaow)
them ryder n*ggas dont f*ck around, we straight clappin (blaow)
them ryder n*ggas run the east side of manhattan (thats a fact)
them ryder n*ggas dont f*ck around, we straight clappin (blaow)
them ryder n*ggas blitz n*ggas like john madden (mula)

- sosmula lyrics

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