Madame Molly - HB Freestyle (Season 4)

Lyrics

[Verse] It's a M-A-D-A-M-E Molly Niggas talk shit, they can't get nothin' from me Suicide pussy killed the cocky, call it homi' Keep 'em on they knees payin' homage No one comin' through in the bondage All type of latex Bad girl, so I might just leave in this Avirex Or I'm rollin' out puffer jacket You know, if I'm rockin' it, I probably got the package Heard she bust it open like a jacket potato Real freaky girl, but I stay low and I ain't gotta fuck for a payroll But I collect a check anytime he give me neck Big dick and bankrolls be keepin' me wet When I'm on the roads, get the upmost rеspect Gang shit, hunna, keep a gangst' nigga to my left Bandit, but I'm way too blessеd to be stressed I ain't got no titties, but I said it with my chest I ain't Mr. Mars, but I'm drippin' in finesse If you heard I gave him neck, probably sucked him to death If it don't make pence then it don't make sense I need the pounds, Swiss francs and the Yens I don't need no buddies, or no trummies or no friends Fake hoes would rather fuck men that would rathe fuck me 'cause I'm way too weng I'm a five-star bitch, but you're nigga give me ten And the word on the ends is he like me steelo Diggin' how I move, likes how I flow He ain't bustin' in my throat or givin' me D though Wouldn't boost his ego, couldn't lick my pee hole Tell him, "Eat my A hole", real savage They nobodies pretty niggas on my say-so I can't roll in peace, nah, I'm just bait though Got 'em lockin' in, somethin' like a gameshow Different coloured wigs, I could rock a rainbow I've been movin' anti, that's just how I stay though But I'm still that bitch who could, for a stain though And I leave the scene trace free, Jane Doe They know I don't prep when it's time to play, yo Said I'm too shy, well, better grab a raincoat They didn't see it comin' 'cause I did it quick time Now they're sayin' that I'm hotter than the cig' light And I got your honey callin' for the sixth time I know hungry niggas, I could probably get 'em lined But I'm no honey trap, I just tell 'em, "Tek time" Nah, I'm no honey trap, I just tell 'em, "Tek time", ah Be easy brudda If it ain't about cheese, don't need a brudda I'm erasin' these niggas, don't need a rubber I can do this rap ting eyes closed, billin' up Bad B, six flows, bank needs fillin' up Fill me in my thigh highs, over knees, pull 'em up Yeah, I make it sexy for him sometimes But I stay with the bruddas that be boostin' gun crimes Yeah, I said it twice, but it's for the one time It ain't nothin' nice when you're workin' cunch lines Tom and Jerry, cat and mice up on the frontline They be waitin' on it like my next punchline Know the pussy juice comin' like fruit punch He asked me what I'm doin', said, "I'm makin' packed lunch" I only cop the cocaine that's packin' a punch Niggas give me slow brain, I got 'em by the bunch Ah, yeah, I got 'em by the bunches He just eat me out then take me for brunches Lobster lunches when I got the munches Thousands, but I probably count it by the hundreds Thorough with it when I calculate numbers Like when the works whip scrape boths of crumbs' Roll with some wet wipes, watch out for bums' and some baby oil Someone's son, I gon' grease up the bunders