Molly Marge
Jolaade
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Ooh I'll ask for tomorrow Will it last 'till tomorrow? Keep on prayin' to get rid of this sorrow Keep on prayin' that my niggas go viral When it's all said and done in my final hours of my life You know that I know That I gave this shit my life I was never normal You were never formal ooh I'm in the fuckin' end zone End zone and then some That bitch a dancer Abra-ca-da-brah, you're passin' the loud I heard you pulled up with lame niggas That's not allowed And your hoe's playin' games with ya' That's kinda wild 808s sound like Dame Dash prodigal child All you hoes kinda late I been on for a while I must be bad like Mike 'Cause they jackin' my style Double C's for tomorrow Gucci just to follow Let me ask for tomorrow Let me ask for tomorrow Pussy niggas wanna take a chance And now he's sauced up I remember niggas ain't give me a chance They know they fucked up Tell my label that I need my damn advance I need it dropped off And if not, I'm finna go and throw a tantrum Married to the motherfuckin' game What's a prenup Bad Trini bitch, poppin' percs, named Fatima All white coat, made of fur, callin' Peta White coke, in a bottle, where's Alea? Bitch I'm sober now You know what it means For all you niggas, yeah, it's over now (Yeah, it's over now) I'm finna kick it into overdrive I love my bitches I meant both of mine I need the numbers Man, it's quota time On my life Bona fide Bona fide, freak hoe Seven days a week, hoe Shoot you through the peep hole I feel like Future "You belong to the streets", hoe! I'm keepin' secrets Imma die with the cheat code Mobtown freak hoe, tweakin' in the Rec Room I heard he a snitch Don't be surprised if they arrest you In the ghetto with the Devil They ain't comin' for ya rescue Keep on meddlin' with felons And they finna come and get you She's tryna get with the net worth She's out of her mental Said she's a dancer She can't keep the tempo Bad bitch, Angela, I gotta let go Draggin' the sample And rap with a echo Pay the producer and manager ample Niggas try to hassle me Bitch, Imma strangle ya' These niggas dead to me, no Danny Phantom Once I get the money, Imma act like a asshole Takin' Xanny bars Molly, Marge I travel many stars at the minibar I need a heavy pour For this Henny whore I need a couple more And I'll go pretty far I could never go to Hell for a pretty whore I could never really tell what she was being petty for I think you should go to Hell And that is not a metaphor Double twins Molly, Marge You were just a silly whore You were just a silly whore What you really bitchin' for Droppin' the utensils at the bottom of the kitchen floor Lookin' to butcher this bitch And leave her on the killin' floor Stuffin' and pushin' her in the trunk She's got a heavy corpse And for all legal purposes This is just a fuckin' metaphor This artistic expression 'Cause they gon' try to use this shit in court 'Cause if pushin' this little bitch off the precipice is not a threat Your Honor, exonerate me I've got a fuckin' doctorate Graduate, not a college kid Honestly, I'm phenomenal The velocity of the shit talkers You can just suck a dick Ain't defendin' nobody's impotence Bitch, you a fuckin' imbecile Simpleton, at the simplest Rippin' up all your writtens And I'm shittin' on your attempts With efficiency, repetition Your deficiancy is delicious You need you an education I meant to say edu-kitchen 'Cause you belong in the kitchen I know it's misogynistic But bitch, I'm payin' for dinner If you ain't washin' no dishes You might as well suck my dick Give a shit if you get offended You petty, pretentious prick I'm a threat to this little bitch Protectin' your fuckin' neck Imma catch you if I see negligence Spit on you like a peasant I'm in the room like an elephant I'm the deadliest weapon I got bodies in the closet I'm thinkin' about just sellin' em Tell me this shit is sickenin' I think it's kinda evident Niggas think it's sweet But I'm telling you; I'm malevolent Lyricial fuckin' terrorist Yes, I'm the best in Maryland Addicted to makin' hits You would think that I'm makin' heroine Don't tell me that you be rappin' I'm bouta go make you quit Imma go to the Vatican Adam, gimme a rib This rap is in my anatomy Baffle you with the wit I wrote this inside the bathroom And angrily took a shit On top of all of you rappers whose ass is Stuck In the Wind
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