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Found Him

MOZZY · Yellow Tape Activities 2015 · Track 02 of 03

Khada clip with the duck tape round it Catch a sucka leakin we gon down him Chokin on his blood how they found him Chokin on his blood how the paramedics found him

Khada clip with the duck tape round it Catch a sucka leakin we gon down him Chokin on his blood how they found him Chokin on his blood how the paramedics found him

Sella clique hen shit Family over friendship Coke on my finger nail Cocaine french tip Clip on the hitstick Longer than a dipstick You ain't did shit According to the statistics Murder mids misfit Mute mouth stitch lip Flickin through the chicken Trippin on the bitch I live with Niggas on the straddle in the fitz shit Bitch shit Little shit stop him We gon pop him with the big shit Biscuit with the lemon squeeze Death to the enemies Know I'm on drugs gotta keep all the humidity Hell gang mozzy but my momma named me timothy Let one of the these suckas call me by it and I'm strivin eem

Khada clip with the duck tape round it Catch a sucka leakin we gon down him Chokin on his blood how they found him Chokin on his blood how the paramedics found him

Khada clip with the duck tape round it Catch a sucka leakin we gon down him Chokin on his blood how they found him Chokin on his blood how the paramedics found him

Tryna break a nigga spirit when they lock us down Happy I ain't charge for tryna knock a nigga down On some sentimental shit Talkin to the clowns Lost another gunner they just caught him out of bounds Suckas always slidin when the mozzy not around Pussy boy told prolly why he not around Got alota rounds for a nigga speakin out Takin pictures in the bathroom and never leave the house My name ring bells bitches keep it in they mouth Find me in the dope spot tweakin on the couch Broke ass niggas buying liters for a ounce Scoutin for a victim if you see me in the south

Khada clip with the duck tape round it Catch a sucka leakin we gon down him Chokin on his blood how they found him Chokin on his blood how the paramedics found him

Khada clip with the duck tape round it Catch a sucka leakin we gon down him Chokin on his blood how they found him Chokin on his blood how the paramedics found him

Crime time all the time I ain't lyin You a goddamn lie I ain't slidin Keep firing Till you hear the sirens Gotta hunned dollar bill full of that miley cyrus I threw the yicki last night I'm tryna find it You ain't got no use for the khada then let me buy it You ain't got no use for them hookers then let me get em I don't fuck with suckas And niggas that [?] Realest shit I ever wrote We move the third from my palm I'm forver [?] Used to sell dope at the green and the yellow store AR15 killswitch Heavy metal pole

Khada clip with the duck tape round it Catch a sucka leakin we gon down him Chokin on his blood how they found him Chokin on his blood how the paramedics found him

Khada clip with the duck tape round it Catch a sucka leakin we gon down him Chokin on his blood how they found him Chokin on his blood how the paramedics found him

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