MOLLY

Rondodasosa

Baby bitch, I'm in the studio, I'm busy
I'm countin' out these bands and I ain't even trippin'
You can feel this rap back to the trap really
Running from my opp, and you slide like

I want a solid girl, I really like these bitches
Stay loyal to me, you know I'm richey, richey
You can really help me, I feel like Boston Richey
Birds fly outside, I'm back to my feeling

Stomach flat, big gyat, she a model
[?] poppin' on bottles
You can't bleed how I bleed, that's no water
We full of stick, brr, a chopper

I'm in a room full of bitches from Colorado
You can't walk my shoe, I'm really from the bottom
Pain in my chest, no rest, I love my family
I can be who I be without the struggle

Racks in my pocket, I'on feel nobody
Catch me outside, outside to the party
I'm vibin', that shawty, she want my money
She don't stop, she want pop, poppin' molly

Racks in my pocket, I'on feel nobody
Catch me outside, outside to the party
I'm vibin', that shawty, she want my money
She don't stop, she want pop, poppin' molly

She give me good sex, I can't switch her heart
Bring me more check, I want my money up
Mama always told me I'm the chosen one
So I can't give up, I need my glory now

I hit the lottery, the
Buyin' property, I raise the economy
Real estate, I don't need more jewelry
Make money, no friends, this shit is new to me

Free my ski, fuck my bitch
Ice on my chain, Jesus piece
I need my twin, Jesus piece
Selling bricks, no more pits

Racks in my pocket, I'on feel nobody
Catch me outside, outside to the party
I'm vibin', that shawty, she want my money
She don't stop, she want pop, poppin' molly

Racks in my pocket, I'on feel nobody
Catch me outside, outside to the party
I'm vibin', that shawty, she want my money
She don't stop, she want pop, poppin' molly


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