Lil Mosey – Posed To Lyrics
[Hook]
Ayy, grip it stay with it like I’m posed to
Rose grill, freezer, spreading coastal
Baby, fuck with me for your old dude
And I be flossing cause I’m new school
I be chasing …
[Hook]
Ayy, grip it stay with it like I’m posed to
Rose grill, freezer, spreading coastal
Baby, fuck with me for your old dude
And I be flossing cause I’m new school
I be chasing …
[Verse: Katie Torwalt]
The Spirit of the Lord is upon me
I’m anointed to bring hope
The promise fulfilled in a moment
We’re still watching it unfold
There’s good news for the captive
A proclamation for …
[Verse 1: Nate Moore]
I look around and all I see
Are burning buildings, barren trees
Hopelessness is starting to wreak havoc
Son of Man, I know You see
The deepest depth unknown to me
You …
[Intro: Baby Bash]
I-yi-yi, I-yi-yi, remix, Unda Dogg
Uncockblockable
Paul Wall, Unda Dogg, Paul Wall
[Chorus: Baby Bash, Mac Dre]
‘Cause we uncockblockable
Fuck what it cost, we just rock the shows
‘Cause we uncockblockable
This music marijuana …
[Verse 1]
My homie asked me how every has been and I wanna tell him but I don’t know where to start
There’s random days I can physically feel my family fade …
[Intro]
Ferrari Smash
Yeah
I’m geeked on molly, don’t tell nobody
Young Thug [?]
I’m too much [?]
Woah, woah
[Chorus]
Got a whole thing of molly (And what?)
Don’t tell nobody (Shhh)
Geeked up, can’t stop it (I’m geeked)
Fall asleep in the lobby (I’m sleep)
Got a whole thing of lean (Lean), I don’t pop no bean (Uh-uh)
Pull up on the scene (Then what?), paint it red and green (Blatt)
Got a whole bunch of money (Money)
Got a whole bunch of cash (Fucked up)
Got a whole bunch of hash (And what?), two hundred on the dash
I don’t wanna drive fast, I don’t wanna serve bags
Ridin’ round with Stevie, ain’t talkin’ ’bout Nash, blatt
[Verse 1]
I’m creepin’ in the motherfuckin’ crowd
Kid play, send [?] to [?] (Blatt, blatt)
Bust it down, hit your avenue and off the shit (Ah, ah, move)
Fake bricks don’t even know where Slauson is (Haha), slash that (Fuck you mean?)
Where the guns at? I’m hands on with those (Blatt)
And I don’t serve none, it’s the wrong number
Hit my man phone for those
I got brown sugar, you say you want pink toes (Want pink toes)
Got big dimes same size as mentos (Big dimes)
We still eating that slice, no Kimbo (Kimbo)
This S double M shit, I’m a membo (I’m a membo)
I meant member, what’s the word? I drank the syrup
And I smoke kush, that’s OG, not Pizzurp (Blatt)
[Chorus]
Got a whole thing of molly (And what?)
Don’t tell nobody (Shhh)
Geeked up, can’t stop it (I’m geeked)
Fall asleep in the lobby (I’m sleep)
Got a whole thing of lean (Lean), I don’t pop no bean (Uh-uh)
Pull up on the scene (Then what?), paint it red and green (Blatt)
Got a whole bunch of money (Money)
Got a whole bunch of cash (Fucked up)
Got a whole bunch of hash (And what?), two hundred on the dash
I don’t wanna drive fast, I don’t wanna serve bags
Ridin’ round with Stevie, ain’t talkin’ ’bout Nash, blatt
[Verse 2]
Ask her nicely, “What the move is, ho?
I ain’t Slim, but I’m dunkin’ in your ho, (RIP doe)
On the molly, everything is very slow (What the fuck?)
But my heart beating fast as hell, yo (Oh my gosh)
What the hell done got to me? (Ion know)
I’m geekin’ off motherfuckin’ profit shit (Trippin’, Thug)
I turned to tell Young Future, tell ’em, “Watch this” (Ayy, watch, watch)
I bring it all back inside the pot with it (Woah, woah), cooked
Amazing fucking Grace (Oh my god)
All this ice inside my rings, you could skate (You could skate)
I’m better than crocker with the cake (I ain’t cookin’)
I ain’t cookin’ on house, but the dope taste like steak (Steakhouse)
Blatt
[Chorus]
Got a whole thing of molly (And what?)
Don’t tell nobody (Shhh)
Geeked up, can’t stop it (I’m geeked)
Fall asleep in the lobby (I’m sleep)
Got a whole thing of lean (Lean), I don’t pop no bean (Uh-uh)
Pull up on the scene (Then what?), paint it red and green (Blatt)
Got a whole bunch of money (Money)
Got a whole bunch of cash (Fucked up)
Got a whole bunch of hash (And what?), two hundred on the dash
I don’t wanna drive fast, I don’t wanna serve bags
Ridin’ round with Stevie, ain’t talkin’ ’bout Nash, blatt
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