Testo molly - iann dior feat. Bernard Jabs
Testo della canzone molly (iann dior feat. Bernard Jabs), tratta dall'album nothings ever good enough
Mic check, one, two, ayy, ayy
Mic check, one, two, ayy, ayy, ayy
Me and shawty on the highway going back to my place
Beamer in the driveway, park it in the driveway
Cuban like my chain, going to a high stage
She gon' come to my place, do whatever I say (ayy)
Got a little shawty (got a little shawty)
She off of molly, she in love with the drugs
Wanna fuck when I'm done, kick her out no time for fun
If you talking, show me what's up, got Lil Tecca with the drum
Now you quiet, how it's supposed to be, little nigga, you look dumb
Wait, yeah
I been in any bitch in my space
Why'd he got that shit? He gotta ship it back across-state
When I fuck lil' shawty, she can't ever stay at my place
I can't ever fuck 'cause I don't know what I'm supposed to say (ayy)
She be undercover, I can't let it show
Shawty love to trap and shit, she cook and sell the dope
If you ever got an issue, you can let me know
He said he got it coming through, I need 'bout three of those
I need 'bout three of those, I need 'bout three or more
Don't really need a bitch, ain't no problem to let her go
But if you fuck somebody else, you gotta let me know
I really want you to myself, but gotta let you go, lemme know
Me and shawty on the highway, going back to my place (back to my place)
Beamer in the driveway, park it in the driveway (in the driveway)
Cuban like my chain, going to a high stage (to a higher stage)
She gon' come to my place, do whatever I say (ayy)
Got a little shawty (got a little shawty)
She off of molly, she in love with the drugs
Wanna fuck when I'm done, kick her out no time for fun
If you talking, show me what's up, got Lil Tecca with the drum
Now you quiet, how it's supposed to be, little nigga, you look dumb
Wait, yeah
I been in any bitch in my space
Why'd he got that shit? He gotta ship it back across-state
When I fuck lil' shawty, she can't ever stay at my place
I can't ever fuck 'cause I don't know what I'm supposed to say (ayy)
No, won't lose
Tryna play the part but I won't let you though
Not heroic, I can't save these hoes, but damn she flexible
So I bend her like a pretzel, bend it over, touch your toes
Say my name real loud so your neighbors know I'm home (let's go!)
That little bitch insane, coming 'round tryna pick my brain
But I can't let her though, she thinks she a clever hoe
Now her boyfriend know, she turned to a lonely hoe
All her friends know, hit my line, we're next door
Me and shawty on the highway going back to my place
Beamer in the driveway, park it in the driveway
Cuban like my chain, going to a high stage
She gon' come to my place, do whatever I say
Got a little shawty (got a little shawty)
She off of molly, she in love with the drugs
Wanna fuck when I'm done, kick her out no time for fun
If you talking, show me what's up, got Lil Tecca with the drum
Now you quiet, how it's supposed to be, little nigga, you look dumb
Wait, yeah
I been in any bitch in my space
Why'd he got that shit? He gotta ship it back across-state
When I fuck lil' shawty, she can't ever stay at my place
I can't ever fuck 'cause I don't know what I'm supposed to say
Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Mira, Danny Lee Snodgrass Jr., Michael Olmo, Stanley Bernard Jr. Flanders
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