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SWAGFUNKIN' (PROD. GORT)

COP CAR (PROD. GORT)

LYRICS:

MONGO:
G TO THE O TO THE D, START A RIOT IN THIS BITCH
WE KICKIN’ DOORS AND KNOCKIN’ KNEES, HOE
PULL UP WITH THE MUTHAFUCKIN MAC INSIDE THE STRAP OF MY WAISTBAND
SHOW ME WHERE THE FUCK YO BANGER AT

HOW YOU AIN’T GOT NO GUN?
HOW YOU AIN’T GOT NO GUN, LIL HOE?
(x4)

OH MY GOD, SWEAR I HATE YOU MUTHAFUCKAS
MEDICATE YOU MUTHAFUCKAS WITH THE DRAC
BULLETS STUBBORN, LEAVE ‘EM CAKED UP IN YA MUTHAFUCKIN FACE
EVERYTHING THAT’S LEFT INSIDE YA BRAIN IS ‘BOUT TO GET ERASED
PULL IT, CLICK BACK, BOOM!
WELCOME TO YA DOOM, HOE!
GOD, GODHAND GON’ DIG A TOMB, HOE!
FUCKIN’ WITH THE G-O-D, GON’ TEAR YA ASS A NEW HOLE!
HOW THE FUCK YOU AIN’T GOT NO MUTHAFUCKIN’ TOOL, HOE?!

HOW YOU AIN’T GOT NO GUN?
HOW YOU AIN’T GOT NO GUN, LIL HOE?
(x4)

GONDA:
H TO THE A TO THE N TO THE FUCKIN’ D
IN YO BITCH, FUCK HER GUTS UP, SHE WANTED ME HOE!
I PRAY TO GOD I DON’T SEE YOU IN THE STREET
I COULD PUT A MUTHAFUCKA UP ABOVE LIKE A FREE THROW!
I SPIT LIKE CHEWIN’ UP TOBACCO IN MY CHEEK, IT LOOK LIKE MUD
CHOPPA REEK OF BLOOD, TWEAKIN’ SEEK THE PLUG
BUY SOME DRUGS, PEOPLE EVIL, I CAN SEE IT IN THEY MIND
PUSH YO NOSE IN, YOU LOOKIN’ LIKE A PUG
BLACK AND BLUE, HOE
BLACK AND BLUE, HOE
I TURN HIM BLACK AND BLUE, HE DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO, HOE
G-O-D-H-A-N-D THE FUCKIN’ CREW, HOE
KILL A THOUSAND YEAR OLD DEMON WITH A NEW POLE
KILL THE DEVIL HIMSELF, I WON’T HURT NOBODY ELSE 
IF YOU BRING HIM TO ME I WANT HIM TO BLEED
I WANT HIM TO KNOW THE PAIN, BURN IN THIS ETERNAL FLAME
PULL UP WITH THAT LEAVE A STAIN AND MAKE HIM SEE
THIS FOR G-O-D

MONGO:
HOW YOU AIN’T GOT NO GUN?
HOW YOU AIN’T GOT NO GUN, LIL HOE?
(x8)

HOW YOU AIN'T GOT NO GUN? (PROD. NXTTY)

LYRICS:

GONDA:
YEAH HOE!
IF YOU TALKIN’ SHIT YOU END UP DEAD HOE
YEAH HOE!
FUCK THE PRESIDENT & FUCK THE FEDS HOE
YEAH HOE!
I’M JUST TRYNA GET MY PEOPLE FED HOE
YEAH HOE!
BITCH I AIN’T NO BAKER, I GET BREAD THOUGH

YEAH HOE!
YO BITCH IN MY BED LIKE A PILLOW, BITCH
MUTHAFUCKA YOU CAN END UP LIKE A CIGARILLO
THIS MY TUMMY TUCKER
FUCKIN’ ON A LIGHTSKIN HOE, ASS LIKE A NUTTER BUTTER
STAY YO ASS ON THE SIDEWALK, HOE WE GUTTA GUTTA
YEAH HOE!

MONGO:
WALK UP IN THE PARTY, GO RETARDED, SCREAMIN’ YEAH HOE!
SHE THINK IT’S MY COCK, BUT IT’S MY GLOCK UP IN MY PANTS HOE
DIRTY BITCH, A FLIRTY BITCH, SHE FREAKY, THAT’S YA MANS’ HOE
SHE SAID “MONGO, CAN I EAT THE DICK UP?” I SAID YEAH HOE!
NEVER SCARED, A UNDER MY BED
FUCK THE FEDS, GUNNIN’ FOR THE BREAD, HIT YA FUCKIN’ HEAD
FREAKS AND GEEKS UNDERNEATH THE SHEETS, THAT’S YO FUCKIN’ BITCH
SUCKIN’ DICK, COME & GET YA SHIT, I’MMA DUMP A CLIP
HAND OF GOD, MAKE ‘EM HAND IT OVER LIKE “WHAT’S MINE IS YOURS”
M-O-N-G-O IN THE GUTTA, I SUPPLY THE POLES
FLIP THAT SAFETY OFF, THAT SHIT MAKE ME SOFT, I’M TRYNA BUST
FLIP THE HOURGLASS, CATCH A SUCKA, HOE, YO TIME IS UP

GONDA:
YEAH HOE!
IF YOU TALKIN’ SHIT YOU END UP DEAD HOE
YEAH HOE!
FUCK THE PRESIDENT & FUCK THE FEDS HOE
YEAH HOE!
I’M JUST TRYNA GET MY PEOPLE FED HOE
YEAH HOE!
BITCH I AIN’T NO BAKER, I GET BREAD THOUGH
(x2)

YEAH HOE (PROD. REQUIEM CULT)

STOMP EM OUT (PROD. REQUIEM CULT)

NOT ENOUGH SPACE FOR THE LYRICS ON THIS ONE, WILL UPDATE GENIUS SOON! 🪬

77.7 HAND OF GOD FM NO.1 (PROD. FONY WALLACE + ETC.)

LYRICS:

GOD:
YOU ARE NOW LISTENING TO THE SMOOTH SOUNDS OF 77.7 HAND OF GOD FM

MONGO:
MONGO AND THE HOOD OUTSIDE, WISH YOU WOULD
COOKIN’ BEATS, GRILLIN’ DOGS ON THE BLOCK, WHAT’S GOOD?
I BE CHILLIN’ IN THAT PARKING LOT BLOWIN’ DOWN WOODS
REAL G, BITCH YOU KNOW I KEEP GLOCK, WHAT’S GOOD?
THAT’S THAT SECOND AMENDMENT
FUCK I LOOK LIKE BALLIN’ ON SOME PRESENTS FOR PEASANTS?
ONLY FEED MY FAM, COUNT BILLS, PRESENCE ASCENDENT
JUST GOTTA LET ME KNOW, SHIPPIN’ IN THE PACK, IMMA SEND IT
I’M A FREAK IN THE MUTHAFUCKIN’ SHEETS
NEVER STOP GOIN’ IN TILL COMPLETION
SEMEN WORTH A COUPLE TRILL LIKE THE TRACKS
IF I NEVER GET A PLAQUE, STILL STACK
I’M THE REASON MUTHAFUCKAS EVEN WANNA RAP, NO LIE
M-O-N-G-O SOAKIN’ IN THE SUNSHINE
G-O-D-H-A-N-D, I CAN TELL YOU BLIND OR SLEEP
KEEP IT MUTHAFUCKIN’ POPPIN’ SEVEN NIGHTS A WEEK

GONDA:
PUT YO HANDS IN THE AIR LIKE 12 PULLED UP
ON THE BLOCK WITH THE HOMIES, FUCK THE COPS
SHAWTY MAKE IT DROP TO THE FLOOR WITH THEM APPLEBOTTOM JEANS ON
WHAT’S CRACKIN’ LIKE SOME POP ROCKS
MOMMA GOT THE CHICKEN IN THE CROCKPOT, COOKIN’ IT SLOW
TILL IT FALL OFF THE BONE, SAY WHAT?
YEAH WE IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD, WE POPPIN’ BOTTLES IN THE FRONT YARD
COME AND GRAB A MUTHAFUCKIN’ CUP
AND SAY WHAT’S UP?

BITCH I’M ON MY SCRAPER BIKE CRUISIN’
THE WAY THE RIMS SPINNIN’ AND MOVIN’ IS CONFUSIN’
WOMEN LOVE THE WAY I KEEP IT A BUCK
WATCHIN’ BITCHES START RUNNIN’ LIKE SQUIRRELS FOR MY NUTS
AND SHE GOT THE CUPCAKES IN HER PANTS
BAD BITCH ON THE DANCE FLOOR DOIN’ A DANCE
I WALKED UP, I SAID “DO YOU GOT A MAN?”
SHE SAID “YEAH I DO, BUT I’M JUST HERE WITH MY FRIENDS”
WHAT’S GOOD?
SHAWTY TELL ME WHAT’S GOOD?
I GOT HALF A MIND TO TAKE YOU RIGHT BACK TO THE HOOD
INTRODUCE YOU TO MY MOMS AND MY POPS AND MY FRIENDS
I MIGHT EVEN PUT A FUCKIN’ RING ON YA HAND, ON GOD
YOU A FINE LIL THANG
YOU CAN HOLD THE STRAP WHILE WE RIDE AROUND WITH THE GANG
LET IT BANG
THROW IT IN YO PURSE IF THEY SEARCHIN’
SHAWTY GOT THE GLOCK IN A BOOTLEG BIRKEN

PUT YO HANDS IN THE AIR LIKE 12 PULLED UP
ON THE BLOCK WITH THE HOMIES, FUCK THE COPS
SHAWTY MAKE IT DROP TO THE FLOOR WITH THEM APPLEBOTTOM JEANS ON
WHAT’S CRACKIN’ LIKE SOME POP ROCKS
MOMMA GOT THE CHICKEN IN THE CROCKPOT, COOKIN’ IT SLOW
TILL IT FALL OFF THE BONE, SAY WHAT?
YEAH WE IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD, WE POPPIN’ BOTTLES IN THE FRONT YARD
COME AND GRAB A MUTHAFUCKIN’ CUP
AND SAY WHAT’S UP?

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