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Money Mark

Genres: Hip-Hop

Bout Mine Lyrics - Money Mark

Bitch I'll kill ya, fo' night 

 

I'm goin' all way out 'bout mine 

Best in a biscuit shot 'bout mine 

Hoes get slapped in the mouth 'bout mine 

Prices stay the same and they drop 'bout mine 

 

I'm goin' all way out 'bout mine 

Best in a biscuit shot 'bout mine 

Hoes get slapped in the mouth 'bout mine 

Prices stay the same and they drop 'bout mine 

 

You fucks with T Double D then you fucks with we 

Now you runnin' round duckin' me 

Young nigga with a AK better than Ananda Lee 

I send them killers where ya mama be 

I be money M to the Izzay, R to the Kizzay 

Come through choppin' ya block I don't plizzay 

 

Got dolo for the low, then hit the 2 way 

Peace to Uncle Lisle I miss him everyday, hey 

Love dough and love to hate hoes 

Love to pull nigga bout mine lil' nose 

Nigga tryna hold me back, I'm throwin' 'bows 

I'm a treal ass nigga, that's how shit goes 

 

You can never fuck with me, I'll just flow harder 

CL 6 sittin' low on those bar kits 

I'm a Philly man, but I don't blow garbage 

Got sweet dick, most of these hoes got it 

Ain't no love, you see how the Feds do us 

Wanna eat like rust and some for tear Lucas 

Haul that blunt to a nigga share mucas 

Body on 'em so what, look up we had shooters 

 

Take all tinted route 

Hand guns, razor blades comin' out of the mouth 

Borderline rapper, come see me but twin 49 rapper 

It's more to mine rapper 

Saw that rhyme after, yeah, got the right gat 

Eat with the 2 way they scared to write back 

Lay down like this? No like 'dat 

No whoever ran, make 'em come back like crack 

 

You better worry bout you, don't worry bout me 

I pop three, out the drop-e 

I smoke broccoli, you know we got D 

Duece Poppi and T double D 

We got them AK shells and they hot as hell 

Crackin' back to the white meat like lobster tails 

 

Poppin' shells, quick to crack your breastbone 

Tore his head off 'cause he had his vest on 

12 gauge, shoot ten times for haters 

Niggas curlin' up like activators 

Fake ass thugs, stop with them lies 

You ain't rapped like that when Tupac was alive 

 

I'm goin' all way out 'bout mine 

Best in a biscuit shot 'bout mine 

Hoes get slapped in the mouth 'bout mine 

Prices stay the same and they drop 'bout mine 

 

I'm goin' all way out 'bout mine 

Best in a biscuit shot 'bout mine 

Hoes get slapped in the mouth 'bout mine 

Prices stay the same and they drop 'bout mine 

 

I'm not gonna fuck with you nigga 

'Cause I don't know you my nigga 

So don't you fuck with me or my dogs 

Nigga I'm for real about mine, and my dogs ready to kill bout mine 

I chill, smoke crip and send orders 

Off all those po-po's and armed forces, fuck 'em 

They don't wanna see me fly, I don't trust 'em 

They probably wanna see me die, that's why 

Hold the fire, and keep it closed and keep an open eye 

 

For them haters and hoes, 'cause I don't play about mine 

Goin' deep, pray about mine 

Know baby had to spray about mine, AK about mine 

Nigga that you've been warned too many times 

How you feel bout yours, fuck I'm ten times worse 

You gettin' revenge but nigga mine will get you cursed 

So please don't fuck around with me 

'Cause my dogs will bust around at he 

Whoever obsessed, me boy, don't test me boy 

Touch me, my dog'll wetcha boy 

 

Most niggas get rich, get goats 

I went out and got guns, united my folks 

Pour it out for the ones we lost, now bitch 

Throw it up 'fore I blow it up 

You ain't know I was a G muthafucka 

You don't really wanna see me muthafucka 

I'm a thug nigga , fo' life 

Bitch I'll kill ya, fo' night 

I'm goin' all way out bout mine 

 

Best in a biscuit shot bout mine 

Hoes get slapped in the mouth bout mine 

Prices stay the same and they drop bout mine 

Runnin' in your grandmami house bout mine 

I ain't slippin', I got my nine 

Plus Duece got his, you better think twice bitch 'cause you got kids 

Plus, I know what you did, add that to the fact I know where you live 

Thug life and you know how it is 

Shit don't stop till a nigga get killed killed killed killed 

 

I'm goin' all way out 'bout mine 

Best in a biscuit shot 'bout mine 

Hoes get slapped in the mouth 'bout mine 

Prices stay the same and they drop 'bout mine 

 

I'm goin' all way out 'bout mine 

Best in a biscuit shot 'bout mine 

Hoes get slapped in the mouth 'bout mine 

Prices stay the same and they drop 'bout mine 

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