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Paroles de la chanson Fuck Up the Mall par Q Da Fool

100 round gun
Bitch, I'm heroin on a spoon
I'm dope

I fuck her, now she tapping out
Sex and that we chop it up
My life, I never planned it out
We living what we rapping 'bout
Cooking crack and keeping count
Get that brick and bust it down
Catch a ? and skip the town
100 rounds, bitch, I got ?
? when we come around
Your main bitch, she suck me down
?
Hang with killers, cannot hang with clowns

I got the stove, I got the pot, I think I need an apron now
I got the clip, I got the Glock, get the addy, knock 'em down
I'm just thinking out loud, these lil niggas actin' out
? know how to fight
Don't let that nigga knock you out
Be careful what you say, nigga
? on that spray, nigga
I'm on that track with Zay, nigga
You know this tape worth eight figures
My mama tryna save niggas
I'm just tryna to take niggas
Can't no nigga play with me, I'm certified using that K, nigga
You beef with rich shooters?
Nah, you better pray, nigga

50 bags I can blow on clothes
That's just in the safe, nigga

Fuck up the mall
Lately I've been showing off
Make your bitch lick my balls
This Section 8 is continental now
? bitch, I'm in and out (I'm in and out)
But the 'Rari ?, I'm in and out (skrrrrr)
Fell in love with selling bags in streets, turn me out
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Nigga jumped off the porch and went to sell the ounce
Ounce, ounce, ounce, ounce

I've been running into trouble since the fucking ?

Mama used to beat my ass, that shit made me crazy
Nigga, rest in peace to ?, showed me my first brick
And nigga rest in peace to Bobby, let me shoot my first stick
?
My own family, they kill my family, nigga try to murk me
And my mama used to say my father name cursed me
And my grandfather said "You can pay for all ?"
Rich shooters keep a gun, nigga, where we all sleep
Will I live, will I die, nigga, that's beyond me
But that ? yes that's all me
Can't fuck with these ? niggas, rob em all week
If my bullets hit yo shit, nigga, please don't call me
? 24/7, no sleep

?
We be fuckin' checks up, we got keys to the streets

Fuck up the mall
Lately I've been showing off
Make your bitch lick my balls
This Section 8 is continental now
? bitch, I'm in and out (I'm in and out)
But the 'Rari ?, I'm in and out (skrrrrr)
Fell in love with selling bags in streets, turn me out
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Nigga jumped off the porch and went to sell the ounce
Ounce, ounce, ounce, ounce

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