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MoneyboyMarkk - Omertá Lyrics



MoneyboyMarkk - Omertá Lyrics
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F*ck the fire, we gotta create it
Dead-ass niggas shimmin' trollin
Unkin' my phone like he wanna pick a bone
Flunky hit my phone like he wanna do a song
If you don't got a catalog, then you can't turn up at no shows with me
Yeah, you got some good pussies, pick up the low, hit the road for me
Walk in the room and light it up, the hoes say they know its me
Ladder to the top and everybody wanna go with it
I'm rappin' all my lyrics, I'm not singin' like Jodeci
Caught him at the store, I smoked his ass, buyin' groceries
Was born into this shit, somebody tell him ain't no hoes
He won't smoke his eyes-eyes, I walked in with a bowl
Dear Trench coat, just in case if it's snowin
She gon' to party, but it's Turkish
Dear Trenchcoat, just in case if it's snowin
She gon' to party, but it's Turkish
F*ck her on, spit Patronum
I got bread, break a chicken down, walked in with a roll
Ain't got a badge, loosey, smarty, cut it on, let the stone breathe
You smoke your own, man, see like it's wrong
I told her I ain't the only nigga who f*ckin' brought the bros with
Can't incriminate myself, do a drill, he'll fold on me
Nigga, I'm the mob, you gotta watch how you approach me
Shorty nigga, but my pockets fat, they think I'm Lil' E
Supercharged motors, they be stingin' like a bumblebee
I'm not worried about a nigga, I go everywhere comfortable
That back like J.B. with that S.A.R. and drop 40
Show a nigga how to catch a murder, you think I'm lucky
Hangin' out the window, zoned out, tryin' to catch it
Money boy rappin', why the money sit next to me
I know people kill for me, ain't nobody in here checkin' me
Okay, he dropped another chain, he wanna flex on me
Got an advance from the label, drop TRX on me
Now he not doin' too good, somebody check on me
Crash, dummy, spin without protection, they have a vest on me
My college nigga in the pledge, he a step on me
My nigga really off the edge, he be head huntin
Crack your skull like an egg, I got that egg on me
My nigga really off the edge, he be head huntin
Crack your skull like an egg, I got that egg on me
My nigga really off the edge, he be head huntin
Crack your skull like an egg, I got that egg on me
She gon' get her pussy first and put the head on me
K.I.A., don't give a f*ck about your dead homie
Reachin' for the water on my neck, I keep that lid on me
States did a traffic stop, lot of meds on me
Turned him up with the rap and he been fed, bro
F*ckin' up his image, he could own it, so he paid up
Close your eyes before you cross the line, look like a lot of grays, don't he
Tried to knock me off my pivot, I was stayin' focused
They might as f*ckin' stop my shine, cause I'm steady growin
I got a trained mind, but I'm a block, baby, like I'm Lil' Odin
I tell her, write the dick just like you do a roll
I got a trained mind, but I'm a block, baby, like I'm Lil' Odin
I tell her, write the dick just like you do a roll
You a donus in a lone-sleeve Caddy, you would think it's stoned
It wasn't semi-auto, now it's showin' fast, you would think it's broke
Bad bitch, but she got a smell, dick went gummy on her
Tell a bitch to go and get a bag, I threw some money on her
Money worth shit, bitch
F*ckin' takeo, y'all can't f*ck with me
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F*ck the fire, we gotta create it
Dead-ass niggas shimmin' trollin
Unkin' my phone like he wanna pick a bone
Flunky hit my phone like he wanna do a song
If you don't got a catalog, then you can't turn up at no shows with me
Yeah, you got some good pussies, pick up the low, hit the road for me
Walk in the room and light it up, the hoes say they know its me
Ladder to the top and everybody wanna go with it
I'm rappin' all my lyrics, I'm not singin' like Jodeci
Caught him at the store, I smoked his ass, buyin' groceries
Was born into this shit, somebody tell him ain't no hoes
He won't smoke his eyes-eyes, I walked in with a bowl
Dear Trench coat, just in case if it's snowin
She gon' to party, but it's Turkish
Dear Trenchcoat, just in case if it's snowin
She gon' to party, but it's Turkish
F*ck her on, spit Patronum
I got bread, break a chicken down, walked in with a roll
Ain't got a badge, loosey, smarty, cut it on, let the stone breathe
You smoke your own, man, see like it's wrong
I told her I ain't the only nigga who f*ckin' brought the bros with
Can't incriminate myself, do a drill, he'll fold on me
Nigga, I'm the mob, you gotta watch how you approach me
Shorty nigga, but my pockets fat, they think I'm Lil' E
Supercharged motors, they be stingin' like a bumblebee
I'm not worried about a nigga, I go everywhere comfortable
That back like J.B. with that S.A.R. and drop 40
Show a nigga how to catch a murder, you think I'm lucky
Hangin' out the window, zoned out, tryin' to catch it
Money boy rappin', why the money sit next to me
I know people kill for me, ain't nobody in here checkin' me
Okay, he dropped another chain, he wanna flex on me
Got an advance from the label, drop TRX on me
Now he not doin' too good, somebody check on me
Crash, dummy, spin without protection, they have a vest on me
My college nigga in the pledge, he a step on me
My nigga really off the edge, he be head huntin
Crack your skull like an egg, I got that egg on me
My nigga really off the edge, he be head huntin
Crack your skull like an egg, I got that egg on me
My nigga really off the edge, he be head huntin
Crack your skull like an egg, I got that egg on me
She gon' get her pussy first and put the head on me
K.I.A., don't give a f*ck about your dead homie
Reachin' for the water on my neck, I keep that lid on me
States did a traffic stop, lot of meds on me
Turned him up with the rap and he been fed, bro
F*ckin' up his image, he could own it, so he paid up
Close your eyes before you cross the line, look like a lot of grays, don't he
Tried to knock me off my pivot, I was stayin' focused
They might as f*ckin' stop my shine, cause I'm steady growin
I got a trained mind, but I'm a block, baby, like I'm Lil' Odin
I tell her, write the dick just like you do a roll
I got a trained mind, but I'm a block, baby, like I'm Lil' Odin
I tell her, write the dick just like you do a roll
You a donus in a lone-sleeve Caddy, you would think it's stoned
It wasn't semi-auto, now it's showin' fast, you would think it's broke
Bad bitch, but she got a smell, dick went gummy on her
Tell a bitch to go and get a bag, I threw some money on her
Money worth shit, bitch
F*ckin' takeo, y'all can't f*ck with me
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Writer: Marcus Mosley
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Performed By: MoneyboyMarkk
Language: English
Length: 2:40
Written by: Marcus Mosley

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