Fat Trel - Georgetown Intro / Molly Bag lyrics
rate me***Georgetown Intro***
(Hook)
I got my eye on the score
My new bitch a whore
I swear I just met her
She say she fuck me befo'
While I shoot up yo Beemer
Then hop in the Porsche
We been here before
I got money galore
(Verse)
When I pride myself, this .9 on my belt
I play with yo health, that Tec on the shelf
Got stone like an Elf, I'm rich by myself
Yo bitch with my guys, we bout to take her ____(?)
I load up my chopper, I'm finna go sly
You know I'm a killa, just look in my eyes
Shoot at these babies, you actin' surprised
I told you I'm crazy, don't blink, cuz I hate to try
My new bitch a geeker, I 30ed my neener
I fuck her, I leave her, her pussy popped up my speaker
That white like Selena, keep Pac out the winners
My Rolex is cleaner, my white bitch a diva
Her daddy a lawyer, we both know I need her
But when I beat this case, I swear to God I'mma leave her
Then it's back to the city, George Town with my niggas
Middle East with my junkey, stadium with my strippers
UPT with my migo, I just smoked out a kilo
I got coke, got the d-low, fingerfucking my PO
Middle finger to CO's, go from Vegas to Reno
When I'm high off the molly, I see tomorrow on Cleo (?!)
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***Molly Bag***
I get the dipping in the Molly Bag
Finish, stuff a body in a hokey bag
Ridin' with the sky man, pass some juice
I ride with the hockey man
Muthafucka just a holocaust
Finna hit yo trap when the money talk
Got a soul, no Juwanna Mann
Bow! Watch yo song fly like a hologram
You said this is your bitch?
Dick in her mouth, she ain't got no man
Fuck for four hours, when I finish
Go to sleep like she ain't got no blood
Aw man aw man, I'm the shit, you a bitch, goddamn
Aw man aw man, I'm the shit, you a bitch, goddamn
Aw man aw man, she a hoe, or a slut, I'm a fan
Ass fat, where you goin'? Goddamn
Lil bitch jump fat, yo beats, goddamn (?!)
Said the pussy come for taxes
Said the pussy shoulda came with the guest list
Said both of her baby daddy die, goddamn
Pussy came with a death wish
Let me hit her with the dope line
Turn her live when she act for the phone line
Goin' fo' the touch or the gold line?
Niggas ain't on the mat? Nigga, hold mine!
I been to DC, northeast streets
Where the muthafuckin' Slutty Boys gold mine
Really mighty with the lean, make a young nigga rap
Like he ain't got no mind
Nigga bullshittin', had to hang 'em out to dry
Like the muthafuckin' clothe line
Errtime she see me I been lookin' like a genie
Make her wanna wish in no time
Aw man aw man, I'm the shit, you a bitch, goddamn
Aw man aw man, I'm the shit, you a bitch, goddamn
