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Mucci - Express Lyrics



Mucci - Express Lyrics




[ Featuring .B ]

Truth be told you too greedy
Keep switching hoes they too needy
My family calling they need me
And the Truth be told they don't see me
Ain't have the money the flights
We barely could keep on the lights
Riding round dirty police pull us over
And they started reading your rights
Couple long long days
Even more sleepless nights
I was talking to God at the top
Then I ended up reaching new heights
Pray for a blessing my mama was stressing
Money problems And i had to address em
Switch up the drip
Keeping em guessing
Don't matter her figure she gon be undressing

Light speed bouta beat off the breaks
Swear to God I'ma do what it takes
Niggas snitching I don't f*ck wit these snakes
The foreign fast we could run from the jakes
Straight face I was hiding my hurt
Broke as f*ck I was down the dirt
It don't make sense how Mama died and this shit got me thinking bout homicide

Roll up a blunt if you down to ride
Picking me up when I'm down inside
You tryna front cause you on the side
That Pussy wet I could slip n slide
I pray to God we don't break apart
Truth be told it would break her heart
I ain't been feeling the same
Fighting depression been going insane
Doctor tried to give me pills
Them shits was f*ckin wit my brain
I ain't been feeling the same
Put that boy on a shirt cause that nigga a stain
I can't be drinking and driving my nigga cause I gotta stay in my lane
But I look you dead in your eyes tell you I'm good while I'm going through pain

Light speed bouta beat off the breaks
Swear to God I'ma do what it takes
Niggas snitching I don't f*ck wit these snakes
The foreign fast we could run from the jakes
Straight face I was hiding my hurt
Broke as f*ck I was down the dirt
It don't make sense how Mama died and this shit got me thinking bout homicide

Light speed bouta beat off the breaks
Swear to God I'ma do what it takes
Niggas snitching I don't f*ck wit these snakes
The foreign fast we could run from the jakes
Straight face I was hiding my hurt
Broke as f*ck I was down the dirt
It don't make sense how Mama died and this shit got me thinking bout homicide

I was just thinking bout suicide just like
The doors on the coupe of the newest ride
I wanna travel the world
F*ck around prolly f*ck on the tour guide
Constantly committing arson
Big blunt spaced out like a martian
These foreign girls speak Farsi
We know your pac like parsley
This foreign bitch is fiesty
I f*ck with her but she sheisty
No backbone
They spine less
Everysong I made was timeless
They tend talk a lot of shit
When they me see it's silence
Feel like the prince of peace
But F*ck with me I promote violence

We on the road and we taking risk
Every show make what you make a year
The city is filled wit some angels and demons my nigga you blessed if you make it here
That was way back in the day with so much on my mind and so much I could say
While I sit
Thinking about it I'm thankful we found us a way
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Truth be told you too greedy
Keep switching hoes they too needy
My family calling they need me
And the Truth be told they don't see me
Ain't have the money the flights
We barely could keep on the lights
Riding round dirty police pull us over
And they started reading your rights
Couple long long days
Even more sleepless nights
I was talking to God at the top
Then I ended up reaching new heights
Pray for a blessing my mama was stressing
Money problems And i had to address em
Switch up the drip
Keeping em guessing
Don't matter her figure she gon be undressing

Light speed bouta beat off the breaks
Swear to God I'ma do what it takes
Niggas snitching I don't f*ck wit these snakes
The foreign fast we could run from the jakes
Straight face I was hiding my hurt
Broke as f*ck I was down the dirt
It don't make sense how Mama died and this shit got me thinking bout homicide

Roll up a blunt if you down to ride
Picking me up when I'm down inside
You tryna front cause you on the side
That Pussy wet I could slip n slide
I pray to God we don't break apart
Truth be told it would break her heart
I ain't been feeling the same
Fighting depression been going insane
Doctor tried to give me pills
Them shits was f*ckin wit my brain
I ain't been feeling the same
Put that boy on a shirt cause that nigga a stain
I can't be drinking and driving my nigga cause I gotta stay in my lane
But I look you dead in your eyes tell you I'm good while I'm going through pain

Light speed bouta beat off the breaks
Swear to God I'ma do what it takes
Niggas snitching I don't f*ck wit these snakes
The foreign fast we could run from the jakes
Straight face I was hiding my hurt
Broke as f*ck I was down the dirt
It don't make sense how Mama died and this shit got me thinking bout homicide

Light speed bouta beat off the breaks
Swear to God I'ma do what it takes
Niggas snitching I don't f*ck wit these snakes
The foreign fast we could run from the jakes
Straight face I was hiding my hurt
Broke as f*ck I was down the dirt
It don't make sense how Mama died and this shit got me thinking bout homicide

I was just thinking bout suicide just like
The doors on the coupe of the newest ride
I wanna travel the world
F*ck around prolly f*ck on the tour guide
Constantly committing arson
Big blunt spaced out like a martian
These foreign girls speak Farsi
We know your pac like parsley
This foreign bitch is fiesty
I f*ck with her but she sheisty
No backbone
They spine less
Everysong I made was timeless
They tend talk a lot of shit
When they me see it's silence
Feel like the prince of peace
But F*ck with me I promote violence

We on the road and we taking risk
Every show make what you make a year
The city is filled wit some angels and demons my nigga you blessed if you make it here
That was way back in the day with so much on my mind and so much I could say
While I sit
Thinking about it I'm thankful we found us a way
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Writer: Marcus DiMucci
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Performed By: Mucci
Featuring: .B
Language: English
Length: 2:44
Written by: Marcus DiMucci

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