Molly (Baby Mama) Meec-Mix Lyrics

Infinity Meec

Han Han Han Han Han Hann

Y'all know What The Fuck Going on

I heard this shit

I said Foogi I got you baby let's go

Hell nawl I ain't shit

The boy ain't even your son

And if your bitch keep talking crazy

I leave her wet and sticky like some gum

Nigga I come from the mud

Ain't nothing but guns

Pussy poppin bitches

Molly all on they tongue

And we don't do one on ones

I think I'm getting kind of cocky

Slip and slide ice skate

Cross your nigga face

Bitch I'm playing hockey

The goat but he call me mommy

Got him to the crib

Made him take a sip

Yeah I made him drink it down

And I ain't talking bout no liquor

Pussy all in his mouth

I'm from EC

We call it the Skii

Better be strapped like a baby car seat Stopped eating pork

Who want that beef

Come to your porch where your granny sleep

Heard you want smoke

That's what it was

I keep the strap in my pants like a like a stud

Bitch I got ammo get sprayed like a bug

Stomp your ass out like some boots on a rug

You ain't gotta tell me

You know I'm on go

How do you don't like me but still taking notes

You know if I up this bitch I'm a blow

You know he bands to fuck Meec the Goat

You know with this pussy he gon need a boat

Ou damn this ass need designer

You know if you fuck with my kids

It might take me some years

But pussy hoe I'm a find ya

Go ask Ri'an go ask Tiawna

Bitch

All my hoes coming and slimey

Iah pop your ass just like some molly You need some bands if you want a grip

I'm like Tarzan bitch I keep a stick

Your nigga a lick

Your Nigga a bird

That nigga keep calling and texting and texting and calling

He starting to get on my nerves

You got some nerve to be calling my phone

Talkin bout please leave my Nigga alone

I said your Nigga don't like champagne

So I put molly all in his patron

I like to flex I like to bling

I like getting dressed like kids on Halloween

After this Foogi gon give me them bands

And Gucci gon sign me to 1017

Haan

Hell nawl I aint shit

The boy ain't even your son

And if your bitch keep talking crazy

I leave her wet and sticky like some gum

Nigga I come from the mud

Ain't nothing but guns

Pussy poppin bitches

Molly all on they tongue

And we don't do one on ones

I think I'm getting kind of cocky

Slip and slide ice skate

Cross your nigga face

Bitch I'm playing hockey

The goat but he call me mommy

Got him to the crib

Made him take a sip

Yeah I made him drink it down

And I ain't talking bout no liquor

Pussy all in his mouth

Haaan

Infinity Meec

Y'all know what the fuck going on

Let's go