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      Mula (Remix) (ft 2 Chainz, Meek Mill & Earlly Mac)

      Mula (Remix) (ft 2 Chainz, Meek Mill & Earlly Mac)

      Big Sean

      Album: Hall Of Fame

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      Big Sean - Mula (Remix) (ft 2 Chainz, Meek Mill & Earlly Mac) Música y Letra

      [Bridge: Big Sean]
      Where my real niggas that's gon' ride for me
      Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride for me
      Where my real niggas that's gon' ride for me
      Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride for me
      [Hook: Big Sean]
      Ain't nothing more important than the mula
      Ain't nothing more important than the mula
      Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah
      [Verse 1: Meek Mill]
      Ain't nothing more important than the mula
      I'm with my shooter and a preacher hallelujah
      When they view ya fucking around
      Me and my niggas we come in your town
      Busting them bottles and fucking your bitches
      And when they start hating we gunning them niggas
      Don't fuck 'em around, boy I get money all day
      And I ball hard like Tim Hardaway
      I can see a bad bitch from far away
      Let her ride this dick cause I had a hard day
      And my dick even harder, you whippin' the charges
      You put your rims on and you think that you're balling
      I'm whippin' a Bentley, I can't even call it
      And my shit so retarded I handicap parking like SKRRRRRR!
      [Verse 2: Big Sean]
      I get paid to the decimal, taxing plus stacking
      Yo fuck federale, I smoke medicali
      B-I-G Sean don, Juan Perion
      Bitch fuck with me, I bet I make it work
      I oopsy-daisys on a skirt
      Fuck with me get a room for daisies on the dirt
      I prefer Brown liquor, Brown ladies, Brown Louboutin
      Condom on 'fo I go to work, that's my uniform.
      Nigga I used to eat mayonnaise sandwiches
      By candle lit, and that's cause the power's out
      And not for romance and shit (No!)
      From barely managing to mansions
      Where ho's call me Mr. Anderson
      Command a bitch, no I don't own the pussy I just sample it
      I got a couple marbles missing I know
      Now there's marbles all on the floor
      On the bathroom, kitchen and stove
      I got bitches on my cellular callin and confessing
      But I don't reply cause that's the clearest way to send a message
      Paper running through my jugular
      I'm blowing loud, throwing thous, getting drunk
      You know my style
      And my momma say she still proud, that's mula
      [Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
      (2 CHAINZ)
      I'm winning, I don't owe a nigga shit
      Came in this motherfucker by myself
      Smoking on strong, and holding on my dick like AH
      My gold on, I'm the bomb, I'm talking goldmine
      Nigga's taking shots at me, I send em' back to their homeline
      And I touchdown, goalline, y'all ain't, killing, shit
      Shoot every nigga in your clique, I'm on one, let me jog your memory
      Me and Nells on a milerun, uh, shawty gonna need her drawers done
      Eat her pussy til' it's all gone, uh
      And I still ain't ever been robbed, so nigga don't try me
      Two niggas with guns, natural wallet
      That pickpocket want my I.D and I spray your zone
      Treat niggas like strippers and put cash on em'
      Got a new chomp, I need that bitch that want a tag on
      If you shoot me, you famous, if I shoot you, I'm brainless
      So I'm about to be, dumb as fuck, cause' I got blessed fools and babies
      When I was fifteen I was felon,
      When you were fifteen you were yelling
      Mama come get this nigga off my fucking melon
      [Verse 4: Earlly Mac]
      Scared money never gon' make nothin', (that's right)
      Gotta get it my medula
      Couple dollars in the waist band, (that's right)
      Nigga hula-hoop with the mula
      Everyday that I wake I say grace
      Hallelujah welcome back like Mase
      Bitches only fuck niggas with the cream
      A nigga this fresh ain't never gon' date
      Ay, they say we can't maintain
      Only real niggas remain
      'Ye say that we the new slaves
      I need to ball with a chain
      I got a real bad bitch I haven't seen her in a month
      With twins so big she can put it in her ugh
      Ooh I love it when she drop it and spread it like
      When I see her camel all I wanna do hump
      Okay the Hall of Fame keep callin' my name
      Got a mural on the wall I'm a legend
      From the motor city and been have drive
      I just need a little gas in my engine
      Okay, we all in the game we ballin' the same
      Home team nigga that's a blessing
      I'm a bad mothafucker just tryna get some credit
      So good it can get my into heaven, nigga
      [Hook x2]

      Big Sean - Mula (Remix) (ft 2 Chainz, Meek Mill & Earlly Mac) Música y Letra




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