Galore

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Young Mugz - Rap

Galore

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(Intro) I got Bitches galore Money galore Still I want more Still I want more (x3) (verse 1) I got bitches galore Still passed out on the floor Fire in my eyesz They look like burning meteors Fuck the fancy metaphors What I got to be fancy for What you know bout 4 o clock Feds kicking in the door I'm off of the hinges That's words from my missus I'm a man on a mission Like a soldier in the trenches OGs was my influence and I was just an apprentice I learned to never trust a bitch Cause they got hidden agendas And it's hard to be aware Of the fake When change like a bitches hair Different weaves With tricks up they sleeves And if every nigha a Indian Who the fuck is the chief So let me be the relief To the ones who feeling grief Cause originality deceased And copying increased Impostors So many plotters I need some choppas A couple a shottas Who shoot for brains When they aim So ain't no need for a doctor (melodic) Just identify and keep it moving By switching up you niggas is proven Too many snakes and rats where the humans Facades and frauds you nighas living illusions Ugh (Hook) Used to be trapping out the store But I needed more Wanted riches galore Wanted bitches galore Wanted Coke from the border Straight from Cuba over water Beware of this killer author Fuck fame I'm out for slaughter Too much money ain't enough You think I'm fake call my bluff And u don't ask around to see if I'm really tough As you you run I'll bet you that gun bust Bah!

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  • Young Mugz