MemoTheMafioso - 48 Bars lyrics

Laudiano

Aye, ima make a hunnid bandz
By my fuckin' self
All I really need is guap
I want nothin’ else
You be talkin' hella crazy
Need some fuckin' help
Better watch yo’ mouth, and who you dissin'
Before you duckin' shells

Everybody love to hate when they take an L
I hit yo' bitch everyday and she suck it well
Bet you prolly got no hoes
Cause you fuck and tell
I'm the type to fuck yo' babymomma
Keep it to myself

Why you actin' on a track, like it's tv?
All my brothers poppin’ out, like it’s 3D
They be hatin', but they really wanna be me
I feel like John Cena cause
They never wanna see me

Talk shit in every song, it’s a diss track
But if you dissin' on my
Name you get bitch slapped
If you really want my fade we can get that
Beezy got the strap
He'll knock ya' homie’s shit back

Why they braggin' bouta 4, only dropped 2?
Broke boy smokin' blacks like the cops do
And if you rockin' wit the opps
You get mopped too
Big Brodie pull up wit the Glocks
And the chops too got straps
But you never doin' nothin' wit it
Stop posin' for the gram
Always bluffin' wit it
Back then, I remember you was never wit it
Talkin' bout licks
But we all know that you never hit it

Bitch I been about my shit
It ain't nothin' new
I remember sellin' packs in my middle school
And if we talkin' bout licks, bet I hit a few
And if I licked you
You should know it's cause I needed to

Bitch I got 2 hands, I don't need a tool
Sock him out lunch time, while he eatin' food
I ain't being rude
Bitch I'm jus speakin' truth
Got yo' main hoe on my dick
And she eat it too

Good brain, I can't fuck wit no dumb bitch
I swear to God I'm allergic to a bum bitch
Treat money like some pussy
Make it cum quick
I ain't fuckin' wit no broke bitch
Wit no blue strips

She ain't bringin' me no bread
Then she useless
Dumb hoes hella broke cause they clueless
Why you flexin' wit a gun? Never shoot shit
Stakx hella Eazy wit a strap, he be ruthless

I ain't rollin' wit a bitch
Less she ride wit me
When the time come, bitch better slide wit me
Pistol in her purse
Bet she do the time for me if we gotta buss
Than I know the bitch a die for me
I ain't lying 'bout this shit
I could show you
You throwin' dirt on my name
That's what hoes do
Who ever dissin' on the bros
They some hoes too
Why the fuck you speakin' on our
Names, we don't know you, bitch