MO Lyrics

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Shit on the floor, let's go

I'm just tryna get more

All I'm collectin' though

I'ma show me born in the mall

These bitches may act like a ho

Could never be my bro

We eatin' good, yeah, can't get a piece

Can't rest at that joint till I'm restin' in peace

Fuck, fuck no wrestling

Gotta keep your face up when you in these streets

These bruh mad boys be plottin' on

They can't shout like a microphone

I serve the custard and poopy gum

Go in that room and sing along

Shady brown skin, nail on

Xympie, big red key comb

I'm workin' this on the air, I'm the fly

Let's split the street faster, you can't not bite

She lookin' for it, I'ma let her try it

Eat it up, she don't need a diet

Quit all that fakin', I don't like that frontin

Takin' her back as if I ain't no man

Travelin', we got the spot jumpin

Give me a promise, we scorin' on Bucky

I'ma be singin', I ain't shit, they think

Playin' with my diamonds in the club, get stringy

Walk down that porch and I can say no to T