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Versuri Prettyface Gangsta – Mighty Mouse lyrics

[Chorus 1: J. Cole]
Fee-fi-fo-fum
I’m smelling blood when the beat ride, hold up
I’ma pop my shit, I don’t know what the fuck I’m bout to say
I’ma pop my shit, I don’t know what the fuck I’m bout to say
Fee-fi-fo-fum
I’m smelling blood when the beat ride, hold up
I’ma pop my shit, I don’t know what the fuck I’m bout to say
I’ma pop my shit, I don’t know what the fuck I’m bout to say

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Me and my dawgs, we convalesced
Cried tears, blood, sweat
Ain’t no shame to peel off pain
Brick by brick, we built our name
Flicked my wrist and spit out flame
Bitch, I’m rich and without chain
I hit your bitch in the penthouse, man
You fix your lips, tryna dent our name
I’m playin’, I’m playin’, I’m playin’, I’m playin’
I ain’t had hoes in ten whole years
You might have flows, but it’s in one ear and out the other
I’m captain comin’, I’m captain comin’, captain comin’
You a bitch ass nigga, you slap your woman
I breathe by thе code, I track what I wanted
I achievе every goal, got a hat trick comin’
Flow more hard than a fat bitch runnin’
Breathe, bitch, breathe, bitch
Man, fuck tryna flatten your stomach
It’s about health, that’s wealth these days
Move stealth these days, these niggas don’t play
Try to rob me, bitch, I ain’t even feelin’ no way, it’s hard out
Matter of fact, my nigga, what’s your CashApp?
I ain’t even bringin’ the laws out
Take this blessing and take this lesson
You ain’t gotta juug me, nigga, just ask
If you pat my pockets, you won’t find no cash
The white boys at Goldman Sachs got my whole stash
Economy crash, I’m back on my ass again

[Verse 2: Prettyface Gangsta]
Back on my stash again, countin’ my last again
Breakin’ down hash again, re-in’ up with Africans
Nigga, I’m mad, my whole future done turned to the past
I put on that mask, I cut on that stove
I’m weighin’ up Os, I’m back at Girbaud’s
I’m back on the road, back in that mode
Back on that road again, nigga just drove it in
You gotta spend, I only sell by the ten
Please don’t fuck up my zen
Pick your strain, with my wrist, I zig, I blend
I need meds, my flow crazy, I flow sick like I got rabies (Roof)
Bitches know the flow can never stop
You need an oven mitt, this shit is hot
Where I’m from, it’s like a melted pot
M-O-B, it really spells a lot
Cap keep comin’, cap keep comin’
Wanna get it fixed? Just hit my number
I can make a quarter mil’ once I hit that rental
CashApp, radio, just hit my Venmo, ah

[Chorus 2: Prettyface Gangsta & J. Cole, Prettyface Gangsta]
Fee-fi-fo-fum
Murder, murder, all we holla, red rum
I’ma pop my shit, I don’t know, who the fuck I’m bout to spray
I’ma pop my shit, I don’t know, who the fuck I’m bout to spray
Fee-fi-fo-fum
Murder, murder, all we holla, red rum
I’ma pop my shit, I don’t know, who the fuck I’m bout to spray
I’ma pop my shit, I don’t know, who the fuck I’m bout to spray