Mfg Lyrics

[Pouya:]
I stuck to myself and it worked out
Middle finger to you rappers in the dirt now
Stop callin ma phone, I don't wanna get booked
Sheryl should've put the p*ssy out from the jump
These ghetto type rappers needa let go
Can't even match the mans tempo, nontheless the style
Got her sweating out the p*ssy, looking like she ran a mile
100 miles for a hoe to get dick, white trash from conneticut
She even let everyone in the sprinter hit
Gotta hope that the condom on my dick don't slip
Pull up with a Glock and a flock, ready to pop off for nothin'
The old man be working, the young man be stuntin'
Get from my face I don't want a discussion
I already know that my music disgustin'

[Ramirez:]
Ey!
Fall in love with the p*ssy, man you got the game f*cked up Every bitch in this world just another slut
Get my dick sucked and kick 'em out the door
Cold hearted ramirez, I'll never love a f*cking hoe
G-5-9 till the day I f*cking die, suicidal thoughts runnin' inside of my f*cking mind
Membrane lobe on the cocaine, swervin' in another motherf*cking six lane
Hold up...
Bitch I be pimpin', I'm f*cking these women
I'm raw-doggin' hoes in the back of the building
I feel like a villian, I twist and then smoke the prescription
There's no competition, ya feel me?
Bitch I'm a God damn pimp, no love for a hoe when I look for a trick, the game is too thick
I soft it up quick, when I say it's all over with, you better believe that shit

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