BLaTT

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Molly Santana - Rap, Trap

BLaTT

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[Intro] Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, uh, ah, uh (PSYKIDD) [Chorus] Ridin' with that rifle, come too close and I'ma strike you Right hand on the Bible, fuck these hoes, I'll never wife 'em Ridin' with that Ruger, clip so long, it like a ruler You smoking on that reggie, yeah, I'm smoking ooey gooey Hit a man with my toolie, these lil' niggas be my students I'ma take they ass to school, it get hot, I keep the cooler They be posted like a doola, come and find out how I do ya' Just keep on talkin' stupid (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt) Just keep on talkin' stupid (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt) I'ma send out my lil' ooter (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt) Just keep on talkin' stupid (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt) I'ma send out my lil' ooter [Verse 1] Ridin' in that coupe, but he'll be riding in a bucket Please don't roll the blunt if you don't know how to fucking tuck it She say that I'm a cunt, so I'm like "Baby, come and fuck it" Sippin' on that syrup, I be pourin' up some Bubly I need a pretty bitch 'cause God don't like them ugly But I ain't even seen her 'cause I wasn't really looking I keep that Raid on me 'cause these bitches always buggin' She like, "Molly, I adore you," on my pants, she get to tuggin' [Chorus] Ridin' with that rifle, come too close and I'ma strike you Right hand on the Bible, fuck these hoes, I'll never wife 'em Ridin' with that Ruger, clip so long, it like a ruler You smoking on that reggie, yeah, I'm smoking ooey gooey Hit a man with my toolie, these lil' niggas be my students I'ma take they ass to school, it get hot, I keep the cooler They be posted like a doola, come and find out how I do ya' Just keep on talkin' stupid (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt) Just keep on talkin' stupid (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt) I'ma send out my lil' ooter (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt) Just keep on talkin' stupid (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt) I'ma send out my lil' ooter [Verse 2] How many times I gotta tell this bitch she fuckin' with some monsters You don't wanna know who you fuckin' crossin' Eatin' off 'em like a buffet Fuckin' up some shrimp and lobsters This life I live, man it'll cost ya Don't invite me into gossip, I don't really do the drama People scared like a possum Like I'm Tyson, I'ma box She don't like me, say I'm toxic Hit her then I had to block her Bet I could turn into a trending topic [Chorus] Ridin' with that rifle, come too close and I'ma strike you Right hand on the Bible, fuck these hoes, I'll never wife 'em Ridin' with that Ruger, clip so long, it like a ruler You smoking on that reggie, yeah, I'm smoking ooey gooey Hit a man with my toolie, these lil' niggas be my students I'ma take they ass to school, it get hot, I keep the cooler They be posted a doola, come and find out how I do ya' Just keep on talkin' stupid (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt) Just keep on talkin' stupid (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt) I'ma send out my lil' ooter (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt) Just keep on talkin' stupid (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt) I'ma send out my lil' ooter

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  • Molly Santana