48 Bars Lyrics – MemoTheMafioso
Singer: MemoTheMafioso
Title: 48 Bars
Laudiano
Aye, ima make a hunnid bandz by my f#ckin’ self
All I really need is guap, I want nothin’ else
You be talkin’ hella crazy, need some f#ckin’ help
Better watch yo’ mouth, and who you dissin’, before you duckin’ shells
Everybody love to hate when they take an L
I hit yo’ b#tch everyday and she suck it well
Bet you prolly got no hoes, cause you f#ck and tell
I’m the type to f#ck yo’ babymomma, keep it to myself
Why you actin’ on a track, like it’s tv?
All my brothers poppin’ out, like it’s 3D
They be hatin’, but they really wanna be me
I feel like John Cena cause they never wanna see me
Talk sh#t in every song, it’s a diss track
But if you dissin’ on my name you get b#tch slapped
If you really want my fade we can get that
Beezy got the strap, he’ll knock ya’ homie’s sh#t back
Why they braggin’ bouta 4, only dropped 2?
Broke boy smokin’ blacks like the cops do
And if you rockin’ with the opps, you get mopped too
Big Brodie pull up with the Glocks, and the chops too
Got straps, but you never doin’ nothin’ with it
Stop posin’ for the gram, always bluffin’ with it
Back then, I remember you was never with it
Talkin’ bout licks, but we all know that you never hit it
b#tch I been about my sh#t, it ain’t nothin’ new
I remember sellin’ packs in my middle school
And if we talkin’ bout licks, bet I hit a few
And if I licked you, you should know it’s cause I needed to
b#tch I got 2 hands, I don’t need a tool
Sock him out lunch time, while he eatin’ food
I ain’t being rude, b#tch I’m jus speakin’ truth
Got yo’ main hoe on my dick, and she eat it too
Good brain, I can’t f#ck with no dumb b#tch
I swear to God I’m allergic to a bum b#tch
Treat money like some p#ss#, make it c#m quick
I ain’t f#ckin’ with no broke b#tch, with no blue strips
She ain’t bringin’ me no bread, then she useless
Dumb hoes hella broke cause they clueless
Why you flexin’ with a gun? Never shoot sh#t
Stakx hella Eazy with a strap, he be ruthless
I ain’t rollin’ with a b#tch less she ride with me
When the time come, b#tch better slide with me
Pistol in her purse, bet she do the time for me
If we gotta buss, than I know the b#tch a die for me
I ain’t lying ’bout this sh#t, I could show you
You throwin’ dirt on my name, that’s what hoes do
Who ever dissin’ on the bros, they some hoes too
Why the f#ck you speakin’ on our names, we don’t know you, b#tch
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