
Remember Mozzy (Ft. E Mozzy & YFN Lucci)
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[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Oooh, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout how shit used to be
Damn I remember, goddamn I remember those times, aye
About my shit I’ma get rich or die tryin' (get rich or die tryin')
Every man count can’t be a waste of my time
[Verse 1: Mozzy]
Really cooked the soft really came from the struggle
Off for two months easy days in the struggle
I never fumble only promise that I made
Ask mama, damn near gave her ever comma that I made
Know it's something hangin' from that Somalama thang
Young life crucify you for that problem, we gang
Lord knows, it’s a body on the thang
It’s a body on the thang, Lord knows
You don’t catch a body for the gang, you ain’t know
Lil caught a body for the gang then he told
Murder on my mind that ain’t healthy for your soul
Trackin' down a bag, gettin’ wealthy on the road
It’s only right that I go and let you niggas know
I put you on, you ain’t reimburse me for the zone
Makin' model got me lookin’ perty on the low
You ain’t playin' nothin', you just murder niggas low
[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Oooh, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout how shit used to be
Damn I remember, goddamn I remember those times, aye
About my shit I’ma get rich or die tryin' (get rich or die tryin')
Every man count can’t be a waste of my time
Oooh, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout how shit used to be
Damn I remember, goddamn I remember those times, aye
About my shit I’ma get rich or die tryin' (get rich or die tryin')
Every man count can’t be a waste of my time
[Verse 1: Mozzy]
Really cooked the soft really came from the struggle
Off for two months easy days in the struggle
I never fumble only promise that I made
Ask mama, damn near gave her ever comma that I made
Know it's something hangin' from that Somalama thang
Young life crucify you for that problem, we gang
Lord knows, it’s a body on the thang
It’s a body on the thang, Lord knows
You don’t catch a body for the gang, you ain’t know
Lil caught a body for the gang then he told
Murder on my mind that ain’t healthy for your soul
Trackin' down a bag, gettin’ wealthy on the road
It’s only right that I go and let you niggas know
I put you on, you ain’t reimburse me for the zone
Makin' model got me lookin’ perty on the low
You ain’t playin' nothin', you just murder niggas low
[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Oooh, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout how shit used to be
Damn I remember, goddamn I remember those times, aye
About my shit I’ma get rich or die tryin' (get rich or die tryin')
Every man count can’t be a waste of my time
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