BLaTT Molly Santana

[Intro]
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Ah, ah, ah, uh, ah, uh
(PSYKIDD)

[Chorus]
Ridin' with that rifle, come too close and I'ma strike you
Writin' on the Bible, fuck these hoes, I'll never wife 'em
Ridin' with that Ruger, clip so long, it like a ruler
You smoking on that reggie, yeah, I'm smoking ooey gooey
Hit a man with my toolie, these lil' niggas be my students
I'ma take they ass to school, it get hot, I keep the cooler
They be posted like [?], come and find out how I do ya'
Just keep on talkin' stupid
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Just keep on talkin' stupid
(Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
I'ma send out my lil' ooter
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Just keep on talkin' stupid
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I'ma send out my lil' ooter

[Verse 1]
Ridin' in that coupe, but he'll be riding in a bucket
Please don't roll the blunt if you don't know how to fucking tuck it
She say that I'm a cunt, so I'm like "Baby, come and fuck it"
Sippin' on that syrup, I be pourin' up some Bubly
I need a pretty bitch 'cause God don't like them ugly
But I ain't even seen her 'cause I wasn't really looking
I keep that Raid on me 'cause these bitches always buggin'
She like, "Molly, I adore you," on my pants, she get to tuggin'