MOLLY CYRUS Lyrics – 1eleven

MOLLY CYRUS Lyrics by 1eleven

Miley! [Roll off the molly]
I got a b#tch, so bad and she look like Miley
She wanna roll off the molly
Pull up I knock out the p#ss# I feel like Tyson

Leave the sh#t lookin like Bobby
Pull out the Glock ’cause I don’t really feel like fighting
I only feel like poppin’
Yo b#tch said she wanna come over and blow me like Dyson

But I got a b#tch in the lobby
I got a b#tch that look like Miley Cyrus, yo b#tch gon’ give you a virus
I did the dash on a cop boy I was flyin, I don’t be hearin’ the sirens
I’ma be countin’ my paper you countin papyrus

I make a hit like the Pirates
Say you gon’ pull up and air out the crib, that’s violent
All I bе hearin’ is silence
f#ck gеttin’ drunk on a plane I get drunk on an island

Me and my twizzy be wilin’
Heard he went copped him a pair of new jeans and they Robins
Pull up and I’m finna rob him
Shawty she love me she puttin’ my pic in a lock it

Tell that girl “You better stop it”
That b#tch just want me for clout, so I had to drop it
I cannot f#ck with the gossip
Yeah! [ay

Just hopped in the whip, pulled up to the show and I showed up late
I don’t be eating ’til all of my dogs finna get ’em a plate
I don’t like hoes, ’cause they wanna f#ck and get passed to the gang
This b#tch trippin’, just got a text said she wanna go on a date

But you know I can’t do that
If a b#tch get on me in the club, and her man pull up, and I kill her man too bad
And if his gang wanna come buss’, then we gon pull up V12 said it came too fast
f#ck that spanish b#tch she call me “Papi”, I’m that b#tches dad

We some pot heads
Drug addict feigns, where my tweakers at?
I’m a hot head
I just sent three shots where the damn police was at

I got weed in the back
And some b#tches, I got three in the back
I’m hittin’, Hittin’ all three from the back
Stop trippin’, all damn three got an #ss

She want it, baby you don’t even gotta ask
And my ex said “God damn, why you gotta do me like that?”
I got a b#tch, so bad and she look like Miley
She wanna roll off the molly

Pull up I knock out the p#ss# I feel like Tyson
Leave the sh#t lookin like Bobby
Pull out the Glock ’cause I don’t really feel like fighting
I only feel like poppin’

Yo b#tch said she wanna come over and blow me like Dyson
But I got a b#tch in the lobby
I got a b#tch that look like Miley Cyrus, yo b#tch gon’ give you a virus
I did the dash on a cop boy I was flyin, I don’t be hearin’ the sirens

I’ma be countin’ my paper you countin papyrus
I make a hit like the Pirates
Say you gon’ pull up and air out the crib, that’s violent
All I be hearin’ is silence

I got a b#tch that look like Bella Hadid, b#tch get on your knees
She want me to put this dick all in her mouth she sayin “Daddy, please”
Cops try to pull me over, don’t surrender I ain’t never gon’ freeze
Got off the lot in a brand new foreign car it look like a GT3

Yeah, she givin me neck
Baby don’t pull up on me unless you about to bring me a check
Brand new icy Patek
Damn all this water on my wrist and my neck but I don’t wanna flex

Look at my trunk issa Tec!
[???] Shot to shot, yeah we leavin a mess
Broski gon’ say he gon’ shoot its a bet
Shoot up your dogs, broski you finna need you a vet

This b#tch want me to pull up and meet her mom
I can’t show no love, ’cause I’m with the bros and we tote like the mob
Ask that b#tch “Kapeesh?”
I better hear a “Kaposh”

I better not hear a peep, otherwise I get you popped [I’m gonna get you popped, yeah]
I got a b#tch, so bad and she look like Miley
She wanna roll off the molly
Pull up I knock out the p#ss# I feel like Tyson

Leave the sh#t lookin like Bobby
Pull out the Glock ’cause I don’t really feel like fighting
I only feel like poppin’
Yo b#tch said she wanna come over and blow me like Dyson

But I got a b#tch in the lobby
I got a b#tch that look like Miley Cyrus, yo b#tch gon’ give you a virus
I did the dash on a cop boy I was flyin, I don’t be hearin’ the sirens
I’ma be countin’ my paper you countin papyrus

I make a hit like the Pirates
Say you gon’ pull up and air out the crib, that’s violent
All I be hearin’ is silence
Man I swear, this b#tch thought she was gon’ be my b#tch

b#tch, stop playin with me
I don’t got time for this sh#t
I just got time for these bricks
I just got time for a pic

I got your b#tch off a Perc, now she sayin’ she got the spins
Oh god damn, f#ck, oh man
“Who is he?” b#tch I’m him
“Whatchu eat?” Two, three Xans

b#tch I’m geeked
I had your b#tch on my phone last week
She said she wanna suck my D
f#ck that hoe then I made the b#tch scream

Only had one b#tch for a year or like three
And this b#tch thought I’d buy her a ring
But you know I can’t do that [No I can’t]
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1eleven Lyrics – MOLLY CYRUS

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MOLLY CYRUS