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Die Mondez – MOZEL TOV/YUNG NIGGA. Lyrics

Die Mondez MOZEL TOV YUNG NIGGA Lyrics

I could rap circles around most these n*ggas
I don’t understand what you people be seeing in them
I find it hard to believe in them
Most of them sounding like me
It’s like I’m conceiving them
N*ggas get salty they want all my sauce and ingredients
Like a young n**** didn’t have to go out and go bleed for it
All on my phone on some needy shit
I gave these n***** the PiFF like one time now they fiends for it.

Styling on them check the Jewish
I made a 100k clean I ain’t even know till I blew it
I took a trip right out the country
I’m f*cking with a foreign hoe her English wasn’t fluent
My other bitch she so obsessive
Every single second she finna know what I’m doing
Checking in right where the Cheque is
Flexing on ’em if they ever come check how I’m doing.

If they wanna do it we can do it
Y’all n***** p*ssy don’t really matter how you view it
And to be honest dawg I knew it
They tried to jack my whole flow I came back and renewed it
This forever I can’t lose it
I told these n***** if I get one shot Ima shoot it
Your favourite rapper going through it
I’m ’bout to blow like a bomb can’t nobody defuse it.

I said I’m ’bout to take off on all of you hoes
I can’t lie
I’m red-eyed from these blunts a n*gga done smoked
See the signs
You n***** all greasy can’t fuck with none of you folks
Ain’t nobody but myself I owe
He coming for mine?
Then he gotta die slow.

I’m so wavy baby
N*ggas forgot the hate
Now they congratulate
Waiting on it
I need what’s mine today
I ain’t got time to waste
Faded often man I can’t feel my face
I’m in the trap all day
Mazel Tov n*gga congratulate
Me and my dawgs all made it.

You n***** think it’s a game
I’m tripping I’m off of the pain
It help me with offing the pain
You n***** is lame
You awfully sounding the same
While awkwardly trying to maintain
You n***** standards is lower than Dumb n**** grades
I’m in the cut like a fade
Ain’t nothing new I been fire since like back in day
Trust me no cap on my name.

Somebody stop me dawg I’m going off
Stack it like Jewish n*ggas Mazel Tov
I’m getting cheese I’m getting parmesan
Fingers been itching rubbing on my palms
Don’t need no validation motherf*ck your award
All my life been going hard
I might need like three hoesthird time is the charm
They tryna fuck with a boss
You dig?

I’m so wavy baby
N*ggas forgot the hate
Now they congratulate
Waiting on it
I need what’s mine today
I ain’t got time to waste
Faded often man I can’t feel my face
I’m in the trap all day
Mazel Tov n*gga congratulate
Me and my dawgs all made it.

See with Meezzo there ain’t no predicting him.
That boy wavy he so sickening
Even my opps getting sick of him
N***** always talk a lot
If it ain’t the money then I got no business in it
Fire in the booth if I’m hopping in it
Dropping bombs like I got Charlie with me.

Know I made it out the bottom
I got model bitches I’m sticking my d*ck up in
Pot of Gold I put my fingers in it
Close the door I put my foot up in it
If a n*gga ever try to come between what’s mine he gone have a predicament
I don’t start it boy I finish it
I’m dripping water let her swim in it.

I’m pushing the limit
I might be the definition of dammit he crossed the line
See this ain’t no gimmick
Why you think my name is Die Mondez?
My n**** I’m meant to shine
I’m living my lyrics
You n***** living a lie
Ask about me I’m really the guy?
All I know go and get it
I get the bag and I flip it
Pray for my n***** that stuck on the block tryna spin it.

Hook :
Umm huh
I’m finna come for what’s mine I won’t stop till a young n*gga get it
Umm huh
Got a new b*tch gimme brain she don’t stop till a young finish
Umm huh
If you talking money then halla at me coz a young n*gga widdit
Umm huh
I’m going out a legend when I die know a young n*gga did it.

Woah
Dirty cup
Poured
Pockets fat
Swole
Dammit a young n*gga on
I light one up for my foes

Dirty cup
Poured
Pockets fat
Swole
Dammit a young n**** on
Woah.

Actually
Everything that happened is what had to be
I put blood sweat and tears in this sh*t mixed with passion and pain
To become what I had to be
I’m exposing their ways tell them straight to they face you a fake
Ain’t no way you out rapping me
Got em panicking they shaking in their boots
They like Meezzo fucking up the strategy.

Stack the coin up find where the bag would be
I’m ducking hoes they on my phone they nagging me
They tryna fall in love but that’s a fallacy
And I don’t hang with n*ggas they capping me

Don’t compare to none of these n*ggas
Ain’t no competition can’t nobody challenge me
Probably smoke them like I do a bag of weed.
School these n*ggas this the rap academy
Fuck if they mad at me yuh .

Umm huh
I’m finna come for what’s mine I won’t stop till a young n*gga get it
Umm huh
Got a new b*tch gimme brain she don’t stop till a young finish
Umm huh
If you talking money then halla at me coz a young n*gga widdit
Umm huh
I’m going out a legend when I die know a young n*gga did it.

Woah
Dirty cup
Poured
Pockets fat
Swole
Dammit a young n*gga on
I light one up for my foes

Dirty cup
Poured
Pockets fat
Swole
Dammit a young n**** on
Woah.

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