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Ye, like the last M O B
We shoot bullets, open fire on the maseratti
Ye, we pop a red Lamborgini
And the guns rip through our leather upholstery
Rip it through, shoot sheep skin
Juicing up like we ran outta jin
Like from yesterday, to the last end
All the alchohol seem to satisfy us all, rotary fan
Cool us down even though we cool like an igloo
We stick to the cool like it was our first tattoo
You step on our land, you cursed like taboo
Take the curse like a present, from me to you
young moola baby
We shoot bullets, open fire on the maseratti
Ye, we pop a red Lamborgini
And the guns rip through our leather upholstery
Rip it through, shoot sheep skin
Juicing up like we ran outta jin
Like from yesterday, to the last end
All the alchohol seem to satisfy us all, rotary fan
Cool us down even though we cool like an igloo
We stick to the cool like it was our first tattoo
You step on our land, you cursed like taboo
Take the curse like a present, from me to you
young moola baby
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