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Mookie

4:17Album Keep It Gutta III 2017-10-15

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Released on: 2017-10-15

Lyrics and translation

Original

Yeah, yeah.

I woke up, hit the snooze and hop right up out the bed.

My partner told me choose up, so now I'm countin' bread.

Yeah.

I woke up, hit the snooze and hop right up out the bed.

My partner told me choose up, so now I'm countin' bread.

I don't even know the hoe, she just know I'm on the edge.

Threw a charge on a bitch head, she be goin' fed like mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie.

And all these bitches like mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie. And I just live and lie. Shit,

I done made it in this bitch. Ooh, it's lit. It's like I cater in the clique.

Couple clips at your pussy lip, make your partner trip.

Call me Flip, pull it out my hip, think I'm 'bout to dip.

On your ass 'cause I'm gettin' cash, I don't ever trip. 'Cause you last, now you gettin' mad, get it off the rip.

You a sucka, blow my pussy, motherfucker. Motherfucker, I be gunna, bitch, it don't stop. I'm Mr.

Lover Lover, lick the weapon, think I'm Danny Glover. Run up out the huddle, Odell

Beckham when I'm undercover. Throwin', I won't fumble, I was ballin' like a

Trailblazer. I can smell hatred, out the game, you a tailgater.

You gon' tell later, lick the weapon, think I'm Danny Glover. Run up out the huddle, Odell

Beckham when I'm undercover. Throwin', I won't fumble, I was ballin' like a

Trailblazer. I can smell hatred, out the game, you a tailgater.

You gon' tell later, bitch. Woke up, hit the snooze and hop right up out the bed.

My partner told me choose up, so now I'm countin' bread. I don't even know the hoe, she just know

I'm on the edge.

Threw a charge on a bitch head, she be goin' fed like mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie.

And all these bitches like mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie.

And I just live and lie.

When I walk through, lookin' like they pay me for a walkthrough. I caught you lookin' like you wanna have my baby.

If it's not true, why you on my dick? You drive me crazy. Bitch, I'm not you.

I be showin' love while they be hatin'. It's a Ford, not a foreign, I'm American-made.

And I'm sworn in, boy, I done married the game.

Couple whores in a Taurus and it's so off the chain. Cuz snorin' on a foreign, we ain't pourin' champagne.

We like woke up, hit the snooze and hop right up out the bed. You know me.

My partner told me choose up, so now I'm countin' bread. We like.

I don't even know the hoe, she just know I'm on the edge. You know it. Threw a charge on a bitch head, she be goin' fed like.

Like who?

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh.

And all these bitches like huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh. And I just live and lie.

Okay, I told y'all I was flesh and bone, I was so raw. So soft, see me at the throne lockin' both jaws.

Gold off, now you niggas known as a faux pa. Oh, Lord, pocket full of stone and your old card.

So scarred, tatted in my zone, thinkin' pain is soft.

I got tired of sittin' home lookin' broke and dusty.

Had to go and got it strong, now they ain't gon' touch me.

There's no forgivin' me, doin' wrong, won't be no discussin'. Partner on the peel and he aim to kill, bet you understand.

Try to play me underhand, you won't get the upper man.

I'm the upper echelon, been up out the duffle bag.

Huh. Hundred grand in my hand. Mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie.

Yeah, yeah. I'm the runnin' through them bands.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh.

And I woke up, hit the snooze and hop right up out the bed.

My partner told me choose up, so now I'm countin' bread.

I don't even know the hoe, she just know I'm on the edge.

Threw a charge on a bitch head, she be goin' fed like mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie.

And all these bitches like mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie, mookie. And I just live and lie.

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