MBN Foota - Offstyle

Can I buy that please?
(Haha ay, bitch ass nigga say mane say lil' gang)
(Ay lil' bitch nigga say? Act like I ain't gone move bout' that shit)
(Fuck they on?)
Call em' Mr. Walk Down
He don't show em' no pity AR got mods put a scope on a smithy
Spin the block out for the one they gone leave lil' bro dizzy
Yea I'm touchin' them stacks and that money come instant
Big chop he didn't laugh his bitch callin' me silly
And that's off with his head he pop him like a wheelie
She know I got big bank hoe put that bitch up in order
Workin' that shit I ain't never record her
She a hoe collect cum in her mouth a hoarder (Bitch)
Tappin' that shit in the back of the charger (Clap clap)
See it I buy it don't give me no quarters
Bet I blown that bitch down I'll make his ass shorter
Bitch I'll kill every nigga don't give me no daughter
Don't play with me nigga I'll give you disorders
Everythin' that I say bitch you know that I mean it
Daytona 250 horse power I'm speedin'
Don't fuck with that bitch cause that bitch is to needy
One time she was trippin' she told me to eat it
And she was a clown I just bone it and leave it
I want all the money right now cause I'm greedy
Ima' stamp every nigga like they was graffiti
Ima' stay on my toes even if I was sleepy
Finger fuck out the trigger you know that I'm freaky
We ain't lovin' no bitches no I ain't no sweetie
Demon seed on these niggas horn head like wapiti
I'll die fore' you ever think that I'm a freebie
Steppin' forward fore' I think bout' retreatin'
I fell down bet I get back up swingin'
Ima' deen seed I don't if I'm sinnin'
Ima' grind for it fore' I ask for a penny
Ima' die hard I don't gotta repeat it
You a fuck boy don't care bout' yo opinion (Bitch!)
Hog tied you gone die fore' I give in (Yop!)
1 man only 1 come out livin' (Yea!)
Back pocket where I hold it I'm winnin' (Yop!)
Worldwide round the globe I be spinnin'
Call em' Mr. Walk Down he don't show em' no pity
AR got mods put a scope on a smithy
Spin the block out for the one they gone leave lil' bro dizzy
Yea I'm touchin' them stacks and that money come instant
Big chop he didn't laugh his bitch callin' me silly
And that's off with his head he pop him like a wheelie
I ain't playin' bout' shit bet I slap the fuck out em'
I been with the shit's I want smoke like the Rasta's
I was raised to be violent don't know bout' no Prada
Bitch!
(I'm to cold up in this motherfucker nigga stop hatin' on me nigga
I'm different yea shit I say it's MBN I'm Kiwana son)
(MBN all day nigga from Nawf Dallas to the grave nigga
I swear to god free Tray nigga I'm in it
We not the same nigga turned up by myself nigga remember that nigga
I don't need nobody on my songs nigga fuck y'all)

Written by:
David Paetzold, Qwanya Dunmore

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