Mvsua & Sheldon Body - Decatur

From Decatur
Where it's greater
Baby we been touching paper
Icy like a glacier
Light the night up like a saber
Pocket full of labor
With a family full of players
Run wit
home invaders
Boy you better warn ya neighbors
Still can't save em
Drop a banger
After muhhfukkin banger
Ya dig
With a bitch
Who just wanna be entangled
Ya dig
I'm convinced I can take on any angle
Ya dig
Feeling rich
Hit up rippa for the drip
Check my wrist
Put a clip
In the 9 Look like a dick
Pay the plug off with the fits
On the back say with the shits
Bullet holes and dawg prints
Around my muhhfukkin' fence
Never see me looking tense
Yeaaa nigga we legit
Whoa
She sliding in my dm's just like
Frozoonneee
Yea yea
Sending me these pictures
With no clothes onnn
Yea yea
Turbo when we whipin'
Got the doors gone
Yea yea
Ain no making love
Fuck a slow sooong
Yea yea
Me and all my Nîggas
Bout the cho chos
Yea
When you weight it nigga
Burn the fabuloso
Yea
Yea we fucking bitch but keep
It on the low low
Yea
Yea we fucking bitch but keep
It in the low low
Put this shotty to ya body
Let you decorate the lobby
It's a homie it's a body
Are the screams from everybody
Don't you slide me
Get beside me
Don't let no one stand behind me
Tried to line me
Now a bunch of niggas pulling up
Behind me
Looking grimy
Pockets sloppy
Got a bitch that's
Giving toppy
Ain't no way we flopping
Fuck a nigga If he doubt me
Fuck em
I'm tired of these lame ahh niggas
Getting my muhhfukkin' name wrong too nigga
It's Mvsua
M V S U A
Get shit right nigga
East side
What up
Ya
She sliding in my dm's just like
Frozoonneee
Sending me these pictures
With no clothes onnn
Yea yea
Turbo when we whipin'
Got the doors gone
Yea yea
Ain no making love
Fuck a slow sooong
Yea yea
Me and all my Nîggas
Bout the cho chos
Yea
When you weight it nigga
Burn the fabuloso
Yea
Yea we fucking bitch but keep
It on the low low
Yea
Yea we fucking bitch but keep
It in the low low
Yea she got me till the def
I feel like so so
Go and rat the gang out if I fall
Yea Thas a no no
Bigger than a local
Nigga this shit going global
Watch me bless the whole fam
Up off this plan and Thas fasho sho
Going loco
Found my mojo and speaking all facts
Ya dig
Hit my jack I got everything they lack
Ya dig
Catch a pack then I turn it into racks
Ya dig
Never lack you won't get ya shooters back
Ya dig
She sliding in my dm's just like
Frozoonneee
Sending me these pictures
With no clothes onnn
Yea yea
Turbo when we whipin'
Got the doors gone
Yea yea
Ain no making love
Fuck a slow sooong
Yea yea
Me and all my Nîggas
Bout the cho chos
Yea
When you weight it nigga
Burn the fabuloso
Yea
Yea we fucking bitch but keep
It on the low low
Yea
Yea we fucking bitch but keep
It in the low low
Yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea

Written by:
Ray Tookes

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