Mozzy - Pricetag (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Mozzy - Pricetag (en) Lyrics
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Shooter geekin' off that molly,
he might pop somethin', yeah
Nobody tried us, he just wanna
catch a body for me
Everything I own, that's me,
I got it out of the streets
Got some choppers in the closet,
bring 'em out if it's beef
Price tag on his head, it ain't
shit to get your mind bought
Make sure he dead, raise out the
car and let that nine off
Seventeen shots, empty the
clip before we ride off
Heard that boy been woofin', left
him stankin' on that sidewalk
Ayy, bitch, I'm banging 'til
the death of me, killers
that'll step for me (Uh)
Course I love my auntie, I just
hate she on that amphetamine
Sucker side scared of me,
scientific fact, though
I just checked the 'Gram, nobody
died, we doubled back, though
Woofin' get you bagged, though,
boolin' in my bathrobe
Tendin' to this trap phone
Shoot him, if his mask on, I'm
tryna knock his mask off
Fire up, then stab off
Synthetic cathinones, my driller
off of bath salt
Nail him to the asphalt
Business boomin', bag talk
Buy it wholesale and then we
sell it to him half-off
Fuck the opposition, bitch, I'm
trippin', tear his ass off
Foenem tweaking, bustin' in the
party, dropping gang signs
If we pop out later, we tryna score,
lil' bitch, it's game time
Ready for whatever, I won't
hesitate to bang mine
I went through the struggle, but I
made it through that pain fine
Now it's all smiles, I swear we
spent so many days cryin'
Remember sellin' crack, weed,
and pills at the same time
Now I swerve in foreigns, you might
catch me switching lanes, flyin'
Balling like I'm Jordan, I be
fly like I got hang time
I know these niggas pussy, I can't
catch him, knock his dawg off
At your mama job every day
until she call off
I might send a nigga on a dead
end with a sawed-off
If you diss me on your Instagram
Live, then you get logged off
I don't like to talk on phones, police
goin' through them call logs
You throwed the rock, then
hid your hand, okay, cool,
we gon' kill all y'all
Lil' nigga, but I'm big dawg
I'm who they call when shit pop off
We can get your block took off
Don't be expectin' me to look out
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