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mansa musa – skengdo x am (410) lyrics

[chorus – am – x2]
du-du-du-da
corn come fat like buddha
banged to the face from unah
how you gonna touch my mulah?
man coulda’ got that .35
but i want bread like mansa musa
that’s me tryna eat right
everyone knows that i love my tuna

[verse 1 – skengdo]
hold on, hold on
man’s still running their mouth
all now i ain’t been touched
don’t ever use me for clout
more time i’ve been doing up work
and this pr-ck’s tryna draw me out
but it’s cool, it’s calm, it’s great
bros rolling with chief keef now (bang bang)
bare “bro-bro, run-run quick!”
du-du-du-du-bow
zip those lips your pr-ck
she sucked my d-ck, and you’re lipsing it down
turn it (?) you’re throwing no fist
you ride that -shh- and you know xing xiao
i don’t care if you’re old or young
you violate me, you’re a stupid clown
lurk round there, watch everyone panic
black blade ching bare f-ggots
neck, back, chest; that’s bare damage
soon all of my bros live lavish
lurk round there, watch everyone panic
black blade ching bare f-ggots
neck, back, chest; that’s bare damage
soon all of my bros live lavish
hate the b-tch, can’t go to the station
she’s asking me h-lla questions
i think she works for the bacon
minimal trust for her
for all i know she f-cks with the pagans
and they wanna try call up snitch
no one ain’t snitching, you’re just dumb
we don’t give a toss, no we don’t rate them

[chorus – am – x2]
du-du-du-da
corn come fat like buddha
banged to the face from unah
how you gonna touch my mulah?
man coulda’ got that .35
but i want bread like mansa musa
that’s me tryna eat right
everyone knows that i love my tuna

[verse 2 – am]
push that work man’s getting it
grab my man, that’s leverage
i ain’t gonna stop this madness
till i see bones and skeletons
od handting, that’s a remington
shotgun, b-side like belling them
i keep telling them
now i keep telling them
that a man did pressure them
no head for the corn, it’s different
no entry wound, just ripping it
young boy said the trap don’t work
put rocks in your line, start kicking it
her stress that sh-t, start cooking it
bad b too brown, start whooping it
shotgun come like thunder
when they hear that sound, they’re shook of it
loads of clapping
i get bull for the madting sadting
that should affect my actions
no way cause a man’s too active
gang ting; pull up on yutes, like random
like why should i allow you this time?
either way, man’s still gonna crash him
cah they weird, they love that chatting
i don’t want love, that sh-t’s distracting
but i like that one
and it may sound weird
but do you wanna stroke my gun?
you’re dirty, i was gonna make that percey
good one got the magnum worksy
good one that one get them all flirty

[chorus – am – x2]
du-du-du-da
corn come fat like buddha
banged to the face from unah
how you gonna touch my mulah?
man coulda’ got that .35
but i want bread like mansa musa
that’s me tryna eat right
everyone knows that i love my tuna

- all song lyrics by skengdo x am 410