Molly World (feat. LIL MVR & NF DOT) - Austin The Icon

One on one I just popped me another one I just want that one and done Ima pack my bags and run I just took another lick Put my hands all on your hips When I dip She drip We drip Ima catch it like a pick Ya Tell me Tell me Tell me what I miss Tell me with a kiss Hate when I'm like this When I lie to you Sayin I love you Just to touch your soul I corrupt your mind I'll fuck her too I know that you're sick and tired of the games being played When I'm gone grow up I don't know anyway Why the fuck you keep coming back When you know ill never change Baddest bitch I done ever seen It really mean a thang You a puppet on my strang Ya One on one I just popped me another one I just want that one and done Ima pack my bags and run I just took another lick Put my hands all on your hips When I dip She drip We drip Ima catch it like a pick Ya Ima in love wit a diva Ya I know she a cheetah Naw her man wont leave her Cause he so simped out He don't know what to do But I'm having fun with his bitch And I like what she do Ima pass her to the crew Ya One on one I just popped me another one I just want that one and done Ima pack my bags and run I just took another lick Put my hands all on your hips When I dip She drip We drip Ima catch it like a pick Ya Betta watch for da hoe Cause you know how she get down She a real hoe Let the whole crew hit wow Turn her to a RockStarPartyLife hoe Rose gold tint when her eyes real low Eyes on low And the gas be high She don't get her drugs Then she cant even smile Cant fuck wit her the bitch to fly Twelve out of Ten Runnin through my mind I know you sick and tired of the game shorty Spent some time pick yo brain shorty I think she the baddest thing walking on this side of heaven Got a thang for her Probably somewhere getting topped up In a nine eleven getting brain from her She know I ain't never really tripping She can get whatever but a rang from me Spent some racks just to see you smile But I know I cant buy your love So ima buy all your drugs Ima take away all your problems I cant love you But baby I can fuck you right And I can still hold you tight And I can still change your life For the night One on one I just popped me another one I just want that one and done Ima pack my bags and run I just took another lick Put my hands all on your hips When I dip She drip We drip Ima catch it like a pick Ya

My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer What? She don't know I like my guns pretty? Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies I heard a knock at the door To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me? She called me by my government name, Kimberly Who sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie Hmmph, she was cute and mad fly She had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match Bavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose And I could see she was admiring my Minski suit Then she handed me the note, here, read this I just stared her up and down 'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it It said, "Bitches is out to get you Your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz" "I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends They know where you live, so evacuate the crib And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her" "Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol And tomorrow is her first violin recital And she would be more than happy if you could take her Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later" Damn, what went wrong? Can't we all just get along and make hit songs? Bitches all up in my ass like a thong If this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged' 'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on What the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on What? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future To bring back your head like Medusa Girls be actin' stink, mad funny Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey' I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all Girls be actin' stink, mad funny Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey' I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather It's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me And dress like me and look like me And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house Askin' me for money, day in, day out And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha C'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn. I wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine C'mon please, I wanna be just like you 600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies Crazy baguettes in my barrettes and H-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock Fuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's Versace hottie in designer clothes Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us Make 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus I'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee What, what? I like the green, know what I mean? Ever seen The Professional? Well, I can clean You know what? I like you, little big person Rule number one, no cursin' Anyway, what you know about that? You too young for that, when I was your age I woulda got hung for that Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot So she could fill me in a little more about the plot Nine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two "Hello?" Yo, what's the deal? Why these bitches buggin' out I mean, what's this all about? "See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy They don't want you to win no more Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door" For real? "Yup, then I choked the bitch out At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet Through her in my backseat Then I dumped her on a dead-end street The other two? Yeah, they still linger But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em So just pray I come home And when we hang up, get rid of your phone" Whoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next 'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu Is the reason why the story is to be continued Girls be actin' stink, mad funny Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey' I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all Girls be actin' stink, mad funny Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey' I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all

My eyes went up to Heaven You didn't say I'd be blind Without them Icons -- feed the fires Icons -- falling from the spires Thine eyes rain down from Heaven You always said I'd be blind Without them Icons -- feed the fires Icons -- falling from the spires Those words hang like vicious spittle Dribbling from that tongue Close your eyes to your lies Force feed more pious meat Those nebulous codes and disciplines Stick in that new born throat Instill a lie -- an artificial eye To view a perfect land Icons -- feed the fires Icons -- falling from the spires Can I? -- stick skewers in my skin And whirl a dervish spin Can I? -- set myself on fire To prove some kind of desire Icons -- feed the fires Icons -- falling from the spires The guilt is golden The guilt is golden Those ageless lies The shuttered eyes It's the nightpiece It's the Icon

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