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Molly Video (MV)




Performed By: Foot
Featuring: Azmuth
Language: English
Length: 2:52
Written by: Jacob Washington




Foot - Molly Lyrics
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[ Featuring Azmuth ]

Jumped off the porch, took giant steps, I feel like Coltrane
The cat was nervous, but on the surface I kept myself tame
They wanna hurt me and burn my name, but I've been so flame
I stayed on course, ain't switching gangs, got tracks from my Hot Wheels
I've been locked in with my niggas, been locked in with my niggas
Been locked in with my niggas, I've been locked in with my niggas
I stay locked in
Ready to move, they say that's on the pronto
Gave my mom a couple hundred, she flipped it at Morongo
Denver bitches touch down for me, I don't like the broncos
I don't like the broncos
I've been locked in with my niggas, been locked in with my niggas, been locked in with my niggas
I've been locked in with my
I been locked in with my niggas, been locked in with my niggas
Been locked in with my niggas, I've been locked in with my niggas
I've been a bad chasing hustler
Always had some customers
Molly in my lean, I'm mixing back 2016
They call me Footy
I'm the oddity
Most the homies proud of me
Put on for the double six one, no one as hot as me
Riding round downtown with a baddie on my side
We just smoked a pound of za
Now we floating on cloud nine
There's some things that I don't tell her
I don't know if that's a lie
I don't see this lasting long
But she still my ride or die
I'm an Aries
I love hard
I love winning
I'm my mama's son
Black and white, they f*cking with me
Feeling when Obama won
Dancing when them dollars come
Not cooning, we just cooling, baby
Don't be with them NPCs
I hit them like Del Spooner baby
Footy, why you
Footy, why you
Footy, why you gotta be so critical
Cash cow, cashed out
Did it all subliminal
I got vices
You got vices
Lying if you say you don't
F*ck niggas hating though
F*ck they be saying bro
Gotta get this paper dough
Bread, cheese, let it grow
Stomp them in my Docs
Six, four, pushing weight
I don't talk
Late night, there's some demons on the block
I don't slip
I don't slide
Not a mop
I don't trip
I just flip
That's a dub
Been locked in
I'm trying to make some hunnids
Back to back singles, cause I know you really want it
I put on for my team I'm proud to wear my jersey
Don't need to buy the bitches
I don't ball like James Worthy
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Jumped off the porch, took giant steps, I feel like Coltrane
The cat was nervous, but on the surface I kept myself tame
They wanna hurt me and burn my name, but I've been so flame
I stayed on course, ain't switching gangs, got tracks from my Hot Wheels
I've been locked in with my niggas, been locked in with my niggas
Been locked in with my niggas, I've been locked in with my niggas
I stay locked in
Ready to move, they say that's on the pronto
Gave my mom a couple hundred, she flipped it at Morongo
Denver bitches touch down for me, I don't like the broncos
I don't like the broncos
I've been locked in with my niggas, been locked in with my niggas, been locked in with my niggas
I've been locked in with my
I been locked in with my niggas, been locked in with my niggas
Been locked in with my niggas, I've been locked in with my niggas
I've been a bad chasing hustler
Always had some customers
Molly in my lean, I'm mixing back 2016
They call me Footy
I'm the oddity
Most the homies proud of me
Put on for the double six one, no one as hot as me
Riding round downtown with a baddie on my side
We just smoked a pound of za
Now we floating on cloud nine
There's some things that I don't tell her
I don't know if that's a lie
I don't see this lasting long
But she still my ride or die
I'm an Aries
I love hard
I love winning
I'm my mama's son
Black and white, they f*cking with me
Feeling when Obama won
Dancing when them dollars come
Not cooning, we just cooling, baby
Don't be with them NPCs
I hit them like Del Spooner baby
Footy, why you
Footy, why you
Footy, why you gotta be so critical
Cash cow, cashed out
Did it all subliminal
I got vices
You got vices
Lying if you say you don't
F*ck niggas hating though
F*ck they be saying bro
Gotta get this paper dough
Bread, cheese, let it grow
Stomp them in my Docs
Six, four, pushing weight
I don't talk
Late night, there's some demons on the block
I don't slip
I don't slide
Not a mop
I don't trip
I just flip
That's a dub
Been locked in
I'm trying to make some hunnids
Back to back singles, cause I know you really want it
I put on for my team I'm proud to wear my jersey
Don't need to buy the bitches
I don't ball like James Worthy
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Writer: Jacob Washington
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