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MLM Maddy Madd

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Hey, don't be in my kitchen playin', fuckin' up the food
Ain't seen my bitch all week, she got an attitude I told her chill out with that shit cause I ain't in the mood
Finna beat the rex and my pockets leave them bitches bruised
Ridin' from the A quarter bricks, stuffed in a inner tube
Spenders come for white and tan I'm sellin' bitch and dude
I mix the woo and soda whippin' till them bitches fuse
Caught a contact in my kitchen, you ain't used to fumes
I got a closet full of sticks and I ain't talkin' brooms

When we put them bitches on the road, rap em up with lube
Ayy, folks, roll the window down cause who the f*ck is dude
Intercept the pack, drop the prices like them bitches used
I'll grab the switchy spray that bitch off like some perfume silencer go phew

When I squeeze, you won't hear a boom
Ayy, wrap them bricks up like a mummy, stash them in a tomb
A nigga playin', I'ma send him to the upper room
I'm in this bitch high off the Perks and the Mushroom

Havin' pape like I'm Richie Rich, this ain't a cartoon
2023, 9-11, hit a car soon
Hit the dog wrong, it's gon' make your action heart boom
Niggas pretenders, you ain't never really seen the blender

You ain't never had a flip phone full of spenders
Swipin' niggas' heads in the field, what we call an inter
Ception' in the kitchen, sweatin', cookin' like I'm makin' dinner
Niggas be actin' like they vets, but really they beginners

Niggas be cappin' on the gram, everyone's a winner
Niggas love flexin' with they catch until they lose they dinner
In the kitchen, marinatin' food, but I won't leave it tender
My action asked me, where you at? I said, I'm pullin' up on Bender

I love my heads like they family, all my favorite spenders
Pull up on the curb, broad day, and serve him through the window
Sticks with them switches, but my niggas do not play Nintendo
Fifty-five hundred, get a quarter-leg chicken dinner

True to the game, stuck to the code, I'm finally winnin
Believed in myself the whole time, and now I finally did it
Shoutout to my niggas with the movement, cause I represent it
Madd life militia, bitch, paper over-problems in it

I can fly to Cali if I want, but I'ma have to send it
Conceal the bitches so good in the box, they can't tell what's in it
Niggas askin' what the bowls cost, but they ain't finna spend it
Don't be cappin' lyin, tellin' stories, and then put me in it

Twenty-two for, last bowl is you gon' come and get it
Anytime they put me on a track, you know I'm comin' with it
Nowadays, these niggas honor rats , so I ain't fuckin' with it
Intercept a play in the field, start runnin' with it

Every coupe and every Glock we got, they got a button in it
Pull up on a bitch in a Batmobile, she suck me in it
Baby girls will squirter, but I still might let her f*ck me in it
Call me with some money, I'ma pull up quick and come and get it

In my kitchen, countin' up, while rolling smokin' pluffins in it
Egg beaters all around this bitch, I don't cook muffins with it
Niggas rappin', cappin' bout this shit, but they ain't never lived it
Another killer look me in my eyes, and they can tell I'm with it

One of the sickest out my city, ain't many that's fuckin' with me
And I can show some love, but piss me off, and I won't show no pity
I play it smooth while rappin' on the track, so feds won't come and get me
Twp zips up in a pot, I whip it, now its dancin' like it's Diddy

Dump grams for 65 to Chelsea B, so she keep fuckin' with me
Your favorite rapper or your baby daddy, he ain't not fuckin' with me
He never had his line beatin', ridin' around, dumping fifties or
Took the Glock and aimed it at a nigga, squeeze it till it's empty

Or in the kitchen, exercise his wrist until he break the zippy
Made a couple phone calls and got us sold in a jiffy
Nigga

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