YoAugusto, SoFaygo - MOZART! lyrics
[YoAugusto, SoFaygo - MOZART! lyrics]
(Y2, is that you?)
(Ayy, Cv, you cooked this?)
And I know she want me, I get it
Because all my pockets greened up
Oh no, no, I'm not talking 'bout lettuce
If that boy try to snake, I behead 'em
Got that burner on me, just a heads up
Man, that chopper gon' clap with no hands
Now that lil' boy, he doing his dance
And I'm feeling like fuck all my friends
I'ma still count up my bands
I don't know why these niggas faking
They always end up fucked up in the end
Okay, and I'm loving, I'm loving this guap
And I'm matching and mixing these brands
And I told that bitch that
I really don't love her
I'm passing that ho to my mans
And that girl got a cold heart
Chrome Hearts on my body
I'm way too advanced
Though we having a slow start
Never letting this shit fuck up
What I got planned
Playing this shit, feel like Mozart (yeah)
Bang the chopper like Cozart (yeah)
And she said I'm breaking her whole heart
I don't wanna hit if she don't start
(If she don't start, woah)
Yeah, broke my heart, can't get it back
Chrome Hearts on my jacket, shit
I got Chrome tags
I know that we up then we down
That shit make me mad
I know that you stuck with a nigga
He can't get no bag
I got some backends with me
I got some niggas who tagging for me
She popped a Perc' and she blackout with me
I got Armani on all of my jeans
She see my face and she all on her knees
She like my voice, my melodies
I got a stick, don't let it sing
She keep on choosing, I get to the scene
Fucking with your feelings
It fucked up with my brain
I can't trust these hoes 'cause they
All gon' act the same
All you feel is pain, Palm Angels
Ain't in my lane yeah, yeah, huh, yeah
And I know she want me, I get it
Because all my pockets greened up
Oh no, no, I'm not talking 'bout lettuce
If that boy try to snake, I behead 'em
Got that burner on me, just a heads up
Man, that chopper gon' clap with no hands
Now that lil' boy, he doing his dance
And I'm feeling like fuck all my friends
I'ma still count up my bands
I don't know why these niggas faking
They always end up fucked up in the end
Okay, and I'm loving, I'm loving this guap
And I'm matching and mixing these brands
And I told that bitch that
I really don't love her
I'm passing that ho to my mans
And that girl got a cold heart
Chrome Hearts on my body
I'm way too advanced
Though we having a slow start
Never letting this shit fuck up
What I got planned
Playing this shit, feel like Mozart (yeah)
Bang the chopper like Cozart (yeah)
And she said I'm breaking her whole heart
I don't wanna hit if she don't start
(If she don't start, woah)
(Ayy, Cv, you cooked this?)
And I know she want me, I get it
Because all my pockets greened up
Oh no, no, I'm not talking 'bout lettuce
If that boy try to snake, I behead 'em
Got that burner on me, just a heads up
Man, that chopper gon' clap with no hands
Now that lil' boy, he doing his dance
And I'm feeling like fuck all my friends
I'ma still count up my bands
I don't know why these niggas faking
They always end up fucked up in the end
Okay, and I'm loving, I'm loving this guap
And I'm matching and mixing these brands
And I told that bitch that
I really don't love her
I'm passing that ho to my mans
And that girl got a cold heart
Chrome Hearts on my body
I'm way too advanced
Though we having a slow start
Never letting this shit fuck up
What I got planned
Playing this shit, feel like Mozart (yeah)
Bang the chopper like Cozart (yeah)
And she said I'm breaking her whole heart
I don't wanna hit if she don't start
(If she don't start, woah)
Yeah, broke my heart, can't get it back
Chrome Hearts on my jacket, shit
I got Chrome tags
I know that we up then we down
That shit make me mad
I know that you stuck with a nigga
He can't get no bag
I got some backends with me
I got some niggas who tagging for me
She popped a Perc' and she blackout with me
I got Armani on all of my jeans
She see my face and she all on her knees
She like my voice, my melodies
I got a stick, don't let it sing
She keep on choosing, I get to the scene
Fucking with your feelings
It fucked up with my brain
I can't trust these hoes 'cause they
All gon' act the same
All you feel is pain, Palm Angels
Ain't in my lane yeah, yeah, huh, yeah
And I know she want me, I get it
Because all my pockets greened up
Oh no, no, I'm not talking 'bout lettuce
If that boy try to snake, I behead 'em
Got that burner on me, just a heads up
Man, that chopper gon' clap with no hands
Now that lil' boy, he doing his dance
And I'm feeling like fuck all my friends
I'ma still count up my bands
I don't know why these niggas faking
They always end up fucked up in the end
Okay, and I'm loving, I'm loving this guap
And I'm matching and mixing these brands
And I told that bitch that
I really don't love her
I'm passing that ho to my mans
And that girl got a cold heart
Chrome Hearts on my body
I'm way too advanced
Though we having a slow start
Never letting this shit fuck up
What I got planned
Playing this shit, feel like Mozart (yeah)
Bang the chopper like Cozart (yeah)
And she said I'm breaking her whole heart
I don't wanna hit if she don't start
(If she don't start, woah)