The MULLAH Famly - 20West (Real Motion) [feat. Ya Boy Majik & Jae.P]

Ima pop my shit
Let me rock this bitch
Smoking on gas
Out the fronto spliff
Way shawty talk
Gotta use them lips
Big bellhop
Pockets on stiff
Yeah yeah
Don’t slip on drip
Carry .45
Pull Jordan of the hip
Hit his ass up like a Huxtable
Almost fell off the cliff
Hold on move bitch
I snuck the gun in
Gone have to get you off the glass like Rodman
How you gone eat
In the face of the starving
Then wonder why
We looting and we robbing
Like move bitch
Give me some room
Think I'm bout to blow
You can catch a contact
I’m so fucking dope
I’m so I’m high
I skydive like geronimo
Call me Big Majik trick
I know I’m the shit
They be making faces
Im killing the game
I don't leave no traces
I’m the one
Who roll up
In them different places
A nigga too shell
To be catching cases
I’m fucking on bittys
From different races
In a different state
She gone masturbate
To my next tape
Hey
Ima nut in her mouth
Like some toothpaste
She give me head
No toupe
Pulling up in a new wraith
You want that money
Boy you too late
Jae.P the Saint
Racks in the bank
Trust me your bitch is not safe
I’m with Majik
Bout to make the great escape
Play with Mullah
Plenty room in the lake
Lucky 7
Smoke me one to the face
Bust down the onion down
Like I’m making plates
In the back of the back
With the leg space
On the dick
I want to see that cream brûlée’
After Mullah really ain’t nothing to say
But money under loyalty
Love and honesty humbly
Jumping off the triple beam
Bitch

Written by:
Demarquez Grissom, Jace Porter

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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