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MTG Mook - Bounty (feat. Pretty CeCe) Lyrics



MTG Mook - Bounty (feat. Pretty CeCe) Lyrics
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[ Featuring Rack$tar Jay ]

Yeah
R.S.M.X, MTG, you a die, you tryna clown that, ayy
I put a bounty on your head, I bet they take it off
She know she just givin' neck, she ain't take nothin' off
You Cheech n Chong with the bag, or do you get it off
I'm damn near deaf when you talkin', nigga I ain't hearin' nothin
Huh, huh-huh
I just walked a nigga down, you shoulda seen him run
Ain't mean to f*ck yo bitch, bro, she just gave it up
You tellin her you love her, I'm tellin' she my favorite slut
Matter of fact, my favorite mutt
Enough talk about yo bitch, point me to the funds
I don't know why I pulled over, shoulda took him on one
Crackers had to let me go, evidence they had none
No charges, back on the outs, they done f*cked up
Watch a nigga OD in his cell, that shit was f*cked up
I ain't goin' back to jail, ain't lettin' em put me up
They keep askin' all these questions, I don't know none
Drivin' back and forth from the Chi, tryna run it up
Niggas say they do a lot, but ain't done enough
If I pull this bitch out, I just aim, cause it's one up
When I get the pounds, I'm out all night until it's none left
Chill, lay back, nigga, I ain't really with the stress
We be movin' hella weight, but we ain't tryna flex
Drop it in the water, twirl it around in the Pyrex
Don't pull it out too late, you can't be f*ckin' up this firebatch
Okay, I just spent one time, let me spend again
Bitches wanna be me, I tell them count to ten
I don't f*ck with you hoes, bitch, we not kin
And don't even count to one, cause you not a ten
Let me turn this bitch up
Hoes be talkin' shit like I won't slap them on they head
I'm the big dog, I'm the one that really recommend you
Bitches hella dumb, ain't got no money, and can't comprehend
Big dog shit, I been gettin' shit out the mud
Brown skin, short, pretty, and body T, what's up
You hoes look like men, y'all shit damn near, wear a cup
You niggas broke as hell, can't get a chance, yall ain't touchin' nothin
High off my ass, finna go roll another one
Baby bro scorchin' with the Drac, he hotter than the sun
I can't get in touch with Jigg and dem, dey on another run
It's bounty season, I ain't goin' nowhere without my gun
Five B's at 20 G's apiece, that's a honey bun
Bitch, I sip on lean, Ion get drunk
Nigga, I don't internet bang, you'll get trunk'd
I'm rich, bitch, I keep a cool 20 ball on tuck
You wanna play a game, lil' goose, you beta duck, duck
Bitch said if she throw that pussy at me, I beta f*ck, f*ck
Told this lil' bitch I'm all in if she suck some
Heh, no bullshit, baby
Yeah, it's a bounty on your head, but I'm in here whippin' soft
I put my no name on you, that body free of cost
I gotta watch how I groove, I know they stealin' sauce
Man, it's a hunnid on his head, man, I ain't sparin' nothin
Heh, shh, shit
I just walked a nigga down, you should've seen him run
Ain't mean to f*ck your bitch, bro, she just gave it up
You tellin' her you love her, I'm tellin' her she my favorite slut
Matter of fact, my favorite mutt
Enough talk about yo bitch, point me to the funds
I don't know why I pulled over, should've took him on one
Crackers had to let me go, evidence, they had none
No charges back on the outs, they done f*cked up
Watch a nigga OD in his cell, that shit was f*cked up
I ain't goin' back to jail, aint lettin em put me up
R.S.M.X, MTG, you a die, you try to clown that
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Yeah
R.S.M.X, MTG, you a die, you tryna clown that, ayy
I put a bounty on your head, I bet they take it off
She know she just givin' neck, she ain't take nothin' off
You Cheech n Chong with the bag, or do you get it off
I'm damn near deaf when you talkin', nigga I ain't hearin' nothin
Huh, huh-huh
I just walked a nigga down, you shoulda seen him run
Ain't mean to f*ck yo bitch, bro, she just gave it up
You tellin her you love her, I'm tellin' she my favorite slut
Matter of fact, my favorite mutt
Enough talk about yo bitch, point me to the funds
I don't know why I pulled over, shoulda took him on one
Crackers had to let me go, evidence they had none
No charges, back on the outs, they done f*cked up
Watch a nigga OD in his cell, that shit was f*cked up
I ain't goin' back to jail, ain't lettin' em put me up
They keep askin' all these questions, I don't know none
Drivin' back and forth from the Chi, tryna run it up
Niggas say they do a lot, but ain't done enough
If I pull this bitch out, I just aim, cause it's one up
When I get the pounds, I'm out all night until it's none left
Chill, lay back, nigga, I ain't really with the stress
We be movin' hella weight, but we ain't tryna flex
Drop it in the water, twirl it around in the Pyrex
Don't pull it out too late, you can't be f*ckin' up this firebatch
Okay, I just spent one time, let me spend again
Bitches wanna be me, I tell them count to ten
I don't f*ck with you hoes, bitch, we not kin
And don't even count to one, cause you not a ten
Let me turn this bitch up
Hoes be talkin' shit like I won't slap them on they head
I'm the big dog, I'm the one that really recommend you
Bitches hella dumb, ain't got no money, and can't comprehend
Big dog shit, I been gettin' shit out the mud
Brown skin, short, pretty, and body T, what's up
You hoes look like men, y'all shit damn near, wear a cup
You niggas broke as hell, can't get a chance, yall ain't touchin' nothin
High off my ass, finna go roll another one
Baby bro scorchin' with the Drac, he hotter than the sun
I can't get in touch with Jigg and dem, dey on another run
It's bounty season, I ain't goin' nowhere without my gun
Five B's at 20 G's apiece, that's a honey bun
Bitch, I sip on lean, Ion get drunk
Nigga, I don't internet bang, you'll get trunk'd
I'm rich, bitch, I keep a cool 20 ball on tuck
You wanna play a game, lil' goose, you beta duck, duck
Bitch said if she throw that pussy at me, I beta f*ck, f*ck
Told this lil' bitch I'm all in if she suck some
Heh, no bullshit, baby
Yeah, it's a bounty on your head, but I'm in here whippin' soft
I put my no name on you, that body free of cost
I gotta watch how I groove, I know they stealin' sauce
Man, it's a hunnid on his head, man, I ain't sparin' nothin
Heh, shh, shit
I just walked a nigga down, you should've seen him run
Ain't mean to f*ck your bitch, bro, she just gave it up
You tellin' her you love her, I'm tellin' her she my favorite slut
Matter of fact, my favorite mutt
Enough talk about yo bitch, point me to the funds
I don't know why I pulled over, should've took him on one
Crackers had to let me go, evidence, they had none
No charges back on the outs, they done f*cked up
Watch a nigga OD in his cell, that shit was f*cked up
I ain't goin' back to jail, aint lettin em put me up
R.S.M.X, MTG, you a die, you try to clown that
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Writer: Chelsea Jenkins, Jahbar Jenkins, Malik Mayfield
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