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Gucci Mane - Molly Baby Mama Lyrics

Yeah, nigga
Huh?
Mob?
2020, boy
Uh
Y'all done fucked up now, nigga
Ah? Yeah
Authentic or nothin'

Baby mama ain't shit (Naw)
She won't let me see my son (Hoe)
But you fuck with 'em, I'ma pop my gun
Pussy, ain't no one on one (Rrrah)
Nigga, we come from the slums (Mob)
30 rounds, 50 rounds, 100 rounds
Yeah, pussy boy them drums (Drums)
Have you prayin' like a nun (Huh?)
I ain't never been a actor
Patrick nigga with that cappin' shit
We gon' stomp his ass just like a kappa (Uh)
The mayor but she call me masta' (Uh)
Got her to the spot, gave that bitch a perc, now she geekin' like a banshee (Geek)
She couldn't e'en understand me (Ah)
When I told her drop her panties

448, I get 'em gone (Ah)
Boy, this a hunned million dolla' phone
They hit my jack they say they need the strong
Boy, you look broke as hell, you need a loan?
My nigga, I'm nice, so you can have a loan (Ah)
Yo bitch told me "that was nice" and then we boned (Uh)
No time to cuff, a nigga know I'm gone
Trap on the defense, boy, I'm in the zone
Ain't gotta say it, you know how I'm comin' (Uh)
Big nuts they hangin' like a monkey
Say he got 50 bags down in the dungeon
Boy, I hear take some and he say he bummin'
Say he gon' shoot, well bih what it do? (Ah)
I think he bluffin', nigga, where the proof?
Told you we comin' and we want the loot
Try me, boy, I'ma leave you with no roof
I got that drank, bitch I got that juice
No, I ain't bishop, but I keep the tool
Lil bitch, it's Foo, but try me like a fool
I promise ya you won't make another move
I'm in my groove, yeah, nigga, I'm back
Boy, I heard you been cuffin' on that nat
That bitch she lick me down until my sack
You got a new name, boy, we call you Pat
He want the smoke, well bih what it is?
You know I'm slimy, nigga, like a eel
Know I'll pop a nigga like a pill
Know I be drankin' mud straight out the seal
Yeah, it's the mayor and I'm with the Mob
Yeah, we be trappin', bih, we don't do fraud
My trappers they young and layin' in ya yard, bih
Ah?

Baby mama ain't shit (Naw)
She won't let me see my son (Hoe)
But you fuck with 'em, I'ma pop my gun
Pussy, ain't no one on one (Rrrah)
Nigga, we come from the slums (Mob)
30 rounds, 50 rounds, 100 rounds
Yeah, pussy boy them drums (Drums)
Have you prayin' like a nun (Huh?)
I ain't never been a actor
Patrick nigga with that cappin' shit
We gon' stomp his ass just like a kappa (Uh)
The mayor but she call me masta' (Uh)
Got her to the spot, gave that bitch a perc, now she geekin' like a banshee (Geek)
She couldn't e'en understand me (Ah)
When I told her drop her panties

I pop a perc, she know what it is
Bitch, ain't no talkin', I ain't Dr. Phil
Pockets, they fat as hell like Uncle Phil
Just like a safety, bitch, I'm in the field
Here come the mayor, bitch, this ain't a drill
Say that he lookin' for me, he a meal
Bitch, if you shoot you better shoot to kill
I call the demon, he won't let you live
Slim told me "Foo, my nigga, let him live"
Swear I can't let him live, I want them M's
Know when I'm comin', boy, I come to kill
I fucked yo bitch because she like my libs
I got 'em mad, 'cause I'm in my bag
Yeah, boy, my pockets heavy, gotta sag
And I got Glocks that come with extra mags
Sauce it be drippin', yeah that shit be sad
He want the smoke, but I bring a cloud
Bitch, ain't no boxin', but I'm bringin' rounds
I'm with the Mob, that nigga won't be found
I promise you we gon' come and shut it down
I hit yo bitch, and I'm on her lips
Ask 'em, I get to work and make it flip
I got the power, I can get you dipped
Roll up that cookie, nigga, chocolate chip
He want that pressure, well bitch make a move
You tryin' Foo? Well, nigga you the fool
I'll have them gutta babies on ya roof
Yo ass gon' dissapear, lil nigga, poof!
Yeah, bitch, I'm back, and I'm here to say
Even yo bitch gon' tell you that I'm great
So when you see me, nigga, fix ya face
Yeah, it's the mayor, bitch, I won the race

Baby mama ain't shit (Naw)
She won't let me see my son (Hoe)
But you fuck with 'em, I'ma pop my gun
Pussy, ain't no one on one (Rrrah)
Nigga, we come from the slums (Mob)
30 rounds, 50 rounds, 100 rounds
Yeah, pussy boy them drums (Drums)
Have you prayin' like a nun (Huh?)
I ain't never been a actor
Patrick nigga with that cappin' shit
We gon' stomp his ass just like a kappa (Uh)
The mayor but she call me masta' (Uh)
Got her to the spot, gave that bitch a perc, now she geekin' like a banshee (Geek)
She couldn't e'en understand me (Ah)
When I told her drop her panties

This is Authentic, nigga