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Big Sean lyrics : "Mula (Remix)"

ft. 2 Chainz, Meek Mill & Earlly Mac

[Bridge: Big Sean]

Where my real ^!$$%s that's gon' ride for me
Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride for me
Where my real ^!$$%s that's gon' ride for me

Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride for me

[Hook: Big Sean]

Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Ain't nothing more important than the mula

I'm with my shooter and a preacher hallelujah
When they view ya $#&@ing around
Me and my ^!$$%s we come in your town

Busting them bottles and $#&@ing your (*##$es
And when they start hating we gunning them ^!$$%s
[?] $#&@ing around, boy I get money all day

And I ball hard like Tim Hardaway
I can see a bad (*##$ from far away
Let her ride this dick cause I had a hard day

And my dick even harder, you whippin' the charges
You put your rims on and you think that you're balling
I'm whippin' a Bentley, I can't even [?] it

And my %#@! so !@$!ed I handicap parking like SKRRRRRR!


[Verse 2: Big Sean]
I get paid to the decimal,taxing plus stacking

Yo $#&@ federale, I smoke medicali
B-I-G Sean don, Juan Perion
(*##$ $#&@ with me, I bet I make it work

I oopsy-daisys on a skirt
$#&@ with me get a room for daisies on the dirt
I prefer Brown liquor, Brown ladies, Brown Louboutin

Condom on 'fo I go to work, that's my uniform.
^!$$% I used to eat mayonnaise sandwiches
By candle lit, and that's cause the power's out

And not for romance and %#@! (No!)
From barely managing to mansions
Where ho's call me Mr. Anderson

Command a (*##$, no I don't own the #~!!@ I just sample it
I got a couple marbles missing I know
Now there's marbles all on the floor

On the bathroom, kitchen and stove
I got (*##$es on my cellular callin and confessing
But I don't reply cause thats the clearest way to send a message

Paper running through my jugular
I'm blowing loud, throwing thous, getting drunk
You know my style

And my momma say she still proud, that's mula


[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]

I'm winning, I don't owe a ^!$$% %#@!
Came in this mother$#&@er by myself
Smoking on strong, and holding on my dick like AH

My gold on, I'm the bomb,I'm talking goldmine
^!$$%'s taking shots at me, I send em' back to their homeline
And I touchdown, goalline, y'all ain't, killing, %#@!

Shoot every ^!$$% in your clique,I'm on one, let me jog your memory
Me and Nells on a milerun, uh, shawty gonna need her drawers done
Eat her #~!!@ til' it's all gone, uh

And I still ain't ever been robbed, so ^!$$% don't try me
Two ^!$$%s with guns, natural wallet
That pickpocket want my I.D and I spray your zone

Treat ^!$$%s like strippers and put cash on em'
Got a new chomp, I need that (*##$ that want a tag on
If you shoot me, you famous, if I shoot you, I'm brainless

So I'm about to be, dumb as $#&@, cause' I got blessed fools and babies
Mama come get this ^!$$% off my $#&@ing melon


[Verse 4: Earlly Mac]

[Hook x2]

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