ThatBoyMo - Make This Clear

Hold up wait a second, lemme make this clear
Track Hawk Jeep got space in here
Got hoes inside that's gettin' excited
I'm in love just with yo body
I been falling in and outta love, yea time and time again
Almost lost a battle with the drugs, hope I can finally win
The only one way to know I'm hitting yo bitch fasho is if she following
Hold up wait a minute lemme watch this Netflix show 'fore you start swallowing
I can barely remember it what I was watching I think it was Manifest
She bought a booty in Texas, I think she from Philly but she got Atlanta breast
Throwin' shots on the internet tell a bitch don't be surprised if we put ya mans to rest
Youn deserve to go out with me chicken wing wings with the fries
I put ya demands to rest
It's a bird, it's a plane, what the hell is that sitting in the sky?
It's a angel lil baby I'm blessed
Or maybe I'm tripping
Ain't been to sleep in three days I'm seeing things baby I'm stressed yea
Get one thing straight
Lemme make this clear
Get one thing straight
Lemme make this clear
Get one thing straight
Lemme make this clear
Get one thing straight
Lemme make this clear
Get one thing straight
Lemme make this clear
Get one thing straight
Lemme make this clear
Get one thing straight
Lemme make this clear
Get one thing straight
Lemme make this clear
I don't need no bad vibes
Know too many got damn bad vibes
I just bought this plain jane yea sit on my wrist a plain jane
How yo bitch never been out to Ruth's Chris?
When I order she just get the same thing
I be trippin' I just got a new bitch
I can't wait on nobody that's playin' games
Alexander McQueen on the back of the shoes I just hit a lil bitch in the playroom
Why she battling me when she get on her knees?
She gon eat it she ain't tryna save room
I can switch up the flow, I remember them people was laughing because I was rapping
Now these people listen to Mo
I feel bad for the people that's thinking
I'm not gonna make it cause this shit is all on the floor
Yea it's all on the floor
In the middle of summer they calling me cold
I be attracting the finest of women got twenty four bitches they callin' me Kob'
I be rappin' and hustlin' just tryna make me a million I travel the yellow brick road
Too many hoes talkin' bout they ain't fuckin' you cappin' you ain't really celibate hoe
She just told me she talk to like seven niggas ain't hit one of em
Girl you ain't seven and O
But shid if you really tellin' the truth then I recommend you just start sellin' it hoe
But I really don't think that it's prolly gon sell
They gon think that it's something that's wrong with it
Got no pencil or paper on all of my songs I really be going along with it
Hold up wait a second, lemme make this clear
Track Hawk Jeep got space in here
Got hoes inside that's gettin' excited
I'm in love just with yo body
I been falling in and outta love, yea time and time again
Almost lost a battle with the drugs, hope I can finally win
The only one way to know I'm hitting yo bitch fasho is if she following
Hold up wait a minute lemme watch this Netflix show 'fore you start swallowing
I can barely remember it what I was watching I think it was Manifest
She bought a booty in Texas, I think she from Philly but she got Atlanta breast

Written by:
Mo Uso

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