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Mol Ritol - Brand New (feat. Jesus Pope) Lyrics



Mol Ritol - Brand New (feat. Jesus Pope) Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah
Motor, Jesus, Pope, yeah
(Bitch)
Posted up with Jesus Pope, we playing 2K
So much flower, I could buy that bitch a bouquet
Giving me brain, shits bomb like Cobain
So much drip, you would think I took Flonase
This my spliff, so I don't need to rotate
Leave no traces, when I kill, it's a cold case
Only smoking on that gas, like propane
Lil bitch mad that I'm posted in my own lane
Bobby Boucher- I got the water
I'm heating up, and you dusty like solder
I move in silence, just like Imma barter
And I'm in her peach and I ain't talking cobbler
They making moves, but I'm moving smarter
They going hard, but I'm going harder
You going far, but I'm going farther
And if you got bars, then I got some barser
When I'm in that bitch, she squirt like a geyser
Sipping drank, I'm off the Budweiser
No cap in my rap, I'm wearing a visor
You got knowledge, well bitch I am wiser
Overseeing shit like an advisor
My ex hitting me up, I despise her
My shit is solid, just like I ate fiber
She said she need dick, I ain't have to prescribe her
Bitch keep rambling, send it to the publisher
New York Times just for yapping
I'm in her cheeks and they clapping
I pull up on him, and he don't know what happened
Call me a QB, I'm sending bullets
You said you gon' shoot me, take off his mullet
She called me a cutie, but I said "f*ck it"
You know how I shoot threes, I'm getting buckets
(F*ck me then it's f*ck you too)
(F*ck you too)
If it's f*ck me, then f*ck you too
I don't really f*ck with you
Bitch, I'm not cuffing you (Cuffing you)
I had enough of you (-Nough of you)
When I pull up, Imma tuck the tool (Tuck the tool)
When I pull up on your avenue (Avenue)
Got this blade, I'll take a stab at you (Stab at you)
Bitch don't play me, show some gratitude (Gratitude)
Why you always got an attitude? (Attitude)
Why am I always so mad at you?
I be working, I be trapping too (Trapping too)
Imma f*ck around and act brand new (Act brand new)
Mmm, act brand new (Act brand new)
Imma act a fool (Act a fool)
Act a fool
Act a fool (Act a fool)
Imma act brand new (Act brand new)
Imma act brand new
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Yeah, yeah
Motor, Jesus, Pope, yeah
(Bitch)
Posted up with Jesus Pope, we playing 2K
So much flower, I could buy that bitch a bouquet
Giving me brain, shits bomb like Cobain
So much drip, you would think I took Flonase
This my spliff, so I don't need to rotate
Leave no traces, when I kill, it's a cold case
Only smoking on that gas, like propane
Lil bitch mad that I'm posted in my own lane
Bobby Boucher- I got the water
I'm heating up, and you dusty like solder
I move in silence, just like Imma barter
And I'm in her peach and I ain't talking cobbler
They making moves, but I'm moving smarter
They going hard, but I'm going harder
You going far, but I'm going farther
And if you got bars, then I got some barser
When I'm in that bitch, she squirt like a geyser
Sipping drank, I'm off the Budweiser
No cap in my rap, I'm wearing a visor
You got knowledge, well bitch I am wiser
Overseeing shit like an advisor
My ex hitting me up, I despise her
My shit is solid, just like I ate fiber
She said she need dick, I ain't have to prescribe her
Bitch keep rambling, send it to the publisher
New York Times just for yapping
I'm in her cheeks and they clapping
I pull up on him, and he don't know what happened
Call me a QB, I'm sending bullets
You said you gon' shoot me, take off his mullet
She called me a cutie, but I said "f*ck it"
You know how I shoot threes, I'm getting buckets
(F*ck me then it's f*ck you too)
(F*ck you too)
If it's f*ck me, then f*ck you too
I don't really f*ck with you
Bitch, I'm not cuffing you (Cuffing you)
I had enough of you (-Nough of you)
When I pull up, Imma tuck the tool (Tuck the tool)
When I pull up on your avenue (Avenue)
Got this blade, I'll take a stab at you (Stab at you)
Bitch don't play me, show some gratitude (Gratitude)
Why you always got an attitude? (Attitude)
Why am I always so mad at you?
I be working, I be trapping too (Trapping too)
Imma f*ck around and act brand new (Act brand new)
Mmm, act brand new (Act brand new)
Imma act a fool (Act a fool)
Act a fool
Act a fool (Act a fool)
Imma act brand new (Act brand new)
Imma act brand new
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Writer: Jesus Pope, Mo Tor
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Performed By: Mol Ritol
Language: English
Length: 3:01
Written by: Jesus Pope, Mo Tor
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