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"Molly (Remix)"
[feat. Casey Veggies & Robb Bank$]

That's where you find me
My friends call me molly
That's where you find me
My friends call me molly

Pull up to the club, VIP that's where you find me
My friends call me molly, I just want a party.
Pull up to the club, VIP that's where you find me
My friends call me molly, I just want a party.
I just, I just wanna party, I just wanna party,
My friends call me molly, I just want a party.

Hey, I'm fresh up out the runway been long day
Trust by running numbers that's the road race
I'm stretchin' out this money that's some long cake,
I'm turnt up at your function 50 deep the strong way
You ain't gotta ask about me nigga,
You see me on my shit, thick chick but her waste tiny
And she be on my tip nigga
Two 9 run this shit, you off deck like [?]
Lil shawty off the molly, pop three more and chug this been,
She keep about them things, she don't love me she love fame,
They on jock like varsity, so your hoes know the name,
Nigga still big bank still little bank, you roll weak you cheapskate
She bust it open for a young nigga, while I'm posted playing some 2k nigga!


[Casey Veggies:]
Her dome game, got extras
I'm just keeping it player man,
Young veggies be flexing, I'm burberry and bathing ape
Sometimes I be chillin' but I always got crazy days
Bad hoes that stay tonight, 'cause they just tryin to find a way.
I put a chick on a track make her spit bars,
19 and my first whip a foreign car,
Mama want that work but she better get on her job,
It's a stick up in that bitch that pussy getting robbed
The epitome of a real nigga, so a privilege for you to chill with us
Fuck around them fuck arounds, and somebody's gonna deal with you,
I'm faded it off that earth, peas and carrots on my shirt,
Every beat get bodied, every snitch nigga get murked.


[Robb Bank$:]
Bitch I rep FLA, that mean fuck where he at, that mean fuck what he say
When I walk away I love the sound of my name
No pussy look me in the face,
Skrate like that so I ate your bitch from the back (Ratchet!)
Girl paler than a cookie, my wrist looking like a wet pussy
Tussionex look a piss test, one of these niggas failed and
She look almost perfect with that 18 up her tail
But you don't wanna see a Broward nigga, start to get shit off of his chest
We mix the clean sprite with germs, and I ain't lying to you
If I propose to your bitch she slide on the ring like a ref
And nigga got bands, like high school bitch
I sleep good sheets in bed with red bitches complexion like she embarrassed and by the way
That's all past tense, hahaha
Random disclaimer for all of the crackers funky to me
I ride like swine, flew all over the country


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