Mookie Dk – 700

Mookie Dk – 700 Lyrics

Artist: Mookie Dk
Song: 700

Met a little freaky b#tch she just want to f#ck
Like we playing ball we down play we can get you touched
Two three with a dick better Donald Duck
Heat too big for my jeans I can′t get it tucked

Big #ss stick got the ice we don’t need a puck
Sliding down heavy with the chop I don′t need to rush
Like peroxide b#tch we always in the cut
Why you want smoke your b#tch had already did enough

When I’m home we in the section with a heavy weapon
We put your man up in a box we add him to collection
Put a dick up on the glock that’s a huge erection
He don′t got no heart so why the f#ck this n#gg# think he Kevin

We can wear the same shoes and you still ain′t stepping
He just seen a post that I’m back now we have him stressing
I might just sneeze on your b#tch ′cause I’m the one she blessing
And I just really want the neck so why she undressing

Something like Nike little n#gg# who the f#ck you checking
Got your b#tch on the bench what the f#ck you pressing
You don′t do what you rap so why the f#ck you selling
Had to make a sound with the drum like I’m Nick Cannon

The jump sh#t could′ve been had your brother gone
Hit him with the heat probably thought I had the oven on
Your b#tch face is the only thing I’m coming on
Claiming that’s your wife but that′s the b#tch we was running on

I′m running through these little b#tches like a running back
Like a dead beat when I’m done I ain′t coming back
Best believe when I’m back we ain′t discussing that
Baby what your man make in a week I can triple that

She said she like to throw her #ss I’m a long catcher
Her new n#gg# he a opp he a dispatcher
KP will let it switch and leave his face backwards
And she keep her legs open ′cause I swim faster

And this for all the b#tch n#gg#s that be talking sh#t
Acting like a puck we gone’ hit you with the hockey stick
It’s game time up the score with a f#cking kick
Mix two sprites up two with the f#cking mix

b#tch I′m a dog with the stick don′t get run over
I ain’t gone′ f#ck you from the front little b#tch bend over
All this pape’ you would think I need a damn folder
And she said I was broke I threw pape′ on her

I keep my eyes on my own paper like my teacher said
Right now I’m in Cali upping sh#t f#cking dummy head
If I want to up the score I′ll just up the bread
Have my little n#gg# sliding down leaving sh#t red

Yeah leaving sh#t red
Leaving sh#t red
Aye Marco snapped on this hoe
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From the album:
700 [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021