Mulah Marciano - SESAME

Double M is a must, Double M we trust, ayee
Cha Ching
Woah
Huh
I been noticed these women was in to me
Mulah talk like he come from the henneseas
They ain't matching my vibe nor my energy
How he gang when he chill with the enemies
Told that nigga to suit up cause he police
550, don't speak till that pussy leave
Still screaming let all of my hittas free
I scheme and finesse like it's in my genes
20's 50's and 100's stuffed in my jeans
A gun loaded on me somewhere between
Paper, fronto and weed be my remedy
I'm dripping in fashion from overseas
I said i'm gone get it by any means
I done been friends with a bunch of fiends
They know i'm the one that got what they need
Molly's and Percs and promethazine
Xanax and weed with the ecstasy
When I go get the bread it ain't sesame
From the streets, I don't know about Sesame
Tell the feds that this shit here allegedly
Cook this shit up, cant' give you the recipe
Why these niggas wan steal my identity
Keep it real, is you friend or a enemy
I can't trust him, he wish for the end of me
Want a shot at my top, John F. Kennedy
I can tell from they moves and they tendencies
I can't sit here and snooze
I load it up, breaking the rules
We better not get in a feud
I see that they fools
Big homie ain't feed you no food
I swear that I do what I choose
Uh huhn
Ball so hard, ain't trying lose
Uh huhn
Boy, you can't fit in my shoes
Not ughn
Shotie can't sit at my table
Where's your loyalty, show me you faithful
I'm a toaster
I kick her out early as morning, ain't the first time I let go a eggo
I don't love her, won't give her a beso
And you know not to ask for a peso
Out here getting it, more than i'm spending it
Pussy, you'll think it's monopoly play dough
I been noticed these women was in to me
Mulah talk like he come from the henneseas
They ain't matching my vibe nor my energy
How he gang when he chill with the enemies
Told that nigga to suit up cause he police
550, don't speak till that pussy leave
Still screaming let all of my hittas free
I scheme and finesse like it's in my genes
20's 50's and 100's stuffed in my jeans
A gun loaded on me somewhere between
Paper, fronto and weed be my remedy
I'm dripping in fashion from overseas
I said i'm gone get it by any means
I done been friends with a bunch of fiends
They know i'm the one that got what they need
Molly's and Percs and promethazine
Xanax and weed with the ecstasy
Uh huhn... uh huhn
I'm a go get the bread
Uh huhn
Have my family fed
Uh huhn
Rico Nasty, that La La La
What I smoke on? that La La La
How I do it? I tell em' wah la
How I do it? I tell em' ta dah
Ughn... ughn
Niggas be lying bout shit that i'm living
I ain't got time
I'm too busy living
This flow got me hot like i'm baking some biscuits
Hop in the stu
Now we in business
I'm in yo' state
Come pay a visit
I rock a show
Come see the vision
She think I rock
Gave me the digits
Watch how I pop
My shit extended

Written by:
Niquel Word

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