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MTG Mook - 4gers Lyrics



MTG Mook - 4gers Lyrics
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[ Featuring T Woods ]

You know you, drop that 4 in dat coffee cup, and call it 4gers, you know, what I'm sayin?
Shit get real
Ayy, goodbye to my kidney's, I'll miss you(oh, I'll miss you)
Huh, I take one mo sip, they'll be gone(they'll be gon')
Fill up the magazine yeah, its so many issues(like a, ftttt)
Huh, and I'm watchin thru the front & back doe(shit closed)
Yea-yea, Toast up, spill some lines for the soldiers(lines for the)
Huh, Po a 4, po a 8, po mo(po mo, po mo)
Yea-yea, Coffee cup filled wit 4's, call it 4gers(oh, 4gers)
Huh, This codeine, not caffeine, I'm movin' slow(so, slooow)
Yeah, I'm plottin' on the high(yeah), and I'm schemin' on the low(yeah)
Er'body heard the plan, but how I did it, they don't kno(they'll, neva kno)
I sip thousand dolla sodas, I am not a average Joe(oh, no)
Told bae bout my past, now she signed to Death Row(to, Death Row)
My cup proud, it's conceited
Where my sip? oh I need it(oh, I need it)
Tek Luv, cup bleedin'(yeah, yea)
Po some mo, help the grievin'(yeah)
Off the ercs, them hoes beatin'
She gon' suck it, like she teethin'
Where the opps? I wanna see em(see em)
Tap the switch, that'll leave em(leave em)
All dese problems, all this lean, got me wit heavy shoulders(heavy shoulders)
5 a.m, sippin syrup, while I'm grippin' on the toaster(ba-bah, bah)
I keep all the drugs, cus you hate bein' sober(yeah)
My bro cook up the grits, we all eatin, it was overs(yeah)
Ayy, goodbye to my kidney's, I'll miss you(oh, I'll miss you)
Huh, I take one mo sip, they'll be gone(they'll, be gon')
Fill up the magazine yeah, its so many issues(like a, fftt-ffft-fftt)
Huh, and I'm watchin thru the front & back doe(backdoe, backdoe-oh)
Yea-yea, Toast up, spill some lines for the soldiers(spill sum lines, for da soldiers)
Huh, Po a 4, po a eight, po mo(po mo, po mo, po mo)
Yea-yea, Coffee cup filled wit foe's, call it 4gers(call it, 4gers)
Huh, This codeine, not caffeine, I'm movin' slow(so slow)
Yeah, yeah It was luv @ 1st sip, when I caught you(when I caught, you)
I'm lyin' to er'body, told the Doc, my cough awful
This Za, this gas aint for a car, this some jet fuel(shhh)
Blood on the Ben Frank's, it's set trippin, Cuz the racks blue(woo)
Blue cheese all @ the crib, my bitch lookin for some blues clues(yo ho)
Yo ho here takin' lean showers, guess I'm the bearer of bad news, my guy(my guy)
I stand on business, ion even need a suit or tie(ion need no, suit or tie)
Can't stand when lean spill, a nigga get all teary eyed(nigga get all, teary eyed)
All I know is trap, I thought you knew(uh-uh, uh-uh)
Lil bro jus cooked up sum new
Fiend hit this fye she said
(Ouuu-ouu, ouuu)
(Hmm)
Qua, ion kno what it is you do(nuh-uh, nun-uh)
That got me stuck to you glue(nuh-uh)
I Take one sip, got me like
(Ouuu-ouu, ouuu)
(Yeah)
Ayy, goodbye to my kidney's, I'll miss you(oh, I'll miss you)
Huh, I take one mo sip, they'll be gone(they'll be gon-on-on)
Fill up the magazine yeah, its so many issues(yeah, it's so many issues)
Huh, and I'm watchin thru the front & back doe(oh-oh, ohh)
Yea-yea, Toast up, spill some lines for the soldiers(spill lines, for da soldiers)
Huh, Po a 4, po a eight, po mo(po mo, po mo, po up)
Yea-yea, Coffee cup filled wit 4's, call it 4gers(call it, 4gers)
Huh, This codeine, not caffeine, I'm movin' slow(so, slo-uh-ow)
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You know you, drop that 4 in dat coffee cup, and call it 4gers, you know, what I'm sayin?
Shit get real
Ayy, goodbye to my kidney's, I'll miss you(oh, I'll miss you)
Huh, I take one mo sip, they'll be gone(they'll be gon')
Fill up the magazine yeah, its so many issues(like a, ftttt)
Huh, and I'm watchin thru the front & back doe(shit closed)
Yea-yea, Toast up, spill some lines for the soldiers(lines for the)
Huh, Po a 4, po a 8, po mo(po mo, po mo)
Yea-yea, Coffee cup filled wit 4's, call it 4gers(oh, 4gers)
Huh, This codeine, not caffeine, I'm movin' slow(so, slooow)
Yeah, I'm plottin' on the high(yeah), and I'm schemin' on the low(yeah)
Er'body heard the plan, but how I did it, they don't kno(they'll, neva kno)
I sip thousand dolla sodas, I am not a average Joe(oh, no)
Told bae bout my past, now she signed to Death Row(to, Death Row)
My cup proud, it's conceited
Where my sip? oh I need it(oh, I need it)
Tek Luv, cup bleedin'(yeah, yea)
Po some mo, help the grievin'(yeah)
Off the ercs, them hoes beatin'
She gon' suck it, like she teethin'
Where the opps? I wanna see em(see em)
Tap the switch, that'll leave em(leave em)
All dese problems, all this lean, got me wit heavy shoulders(heavy shoulders)
5 a.m, sippin syrup, while I'm grippin' on the toaster(ba-bah, bah)
I keep all the drugs, cus you hate bein' sober(yeah)
My bro cook up the grits, we all eatin, it was overs(yeah)
Ayy, goodbye to my kidney's, I'll miss you(oh, I'll miss you)
Huh, I take one mo sip, they'll be gone(they'll, be gon')
Fill up the magazine yeah, its so many issues(like a, fftt-ffft-fftt)
Huh, and I'm watchin thru the front & back doe(backdoe, backdoe-oh)
Yea-yea, Toast up, spill some lines for the soldiers(spill sum lines, for da soldiers)
Huh, Po a 4, po a eight, po mo(po mo, po mo, po mo)
Yea-yea, Coffee cup filled wit foe's, call it 4gers(call it, 4gers)
Huh, This codeine, not caffeine, I'm movin' slow(so slow)
Yeah, yeah It was luv @ 1st sip, when I caught you(when I caught, you)
I'm lyin' to er'body, told the Doc, my cough awful
This Za, this gas aint for a car, this some jet fuel(shhh)
Blood on the Ben Frank's, it's set trippin, Cuz the racks blue(woo)
Blue cheese all @ the crib, my bitch lookin for some blues clues(yo ho)
Yo ho here takin' lean showers, guess I'm the bearer of bad news, my guy(my guy)
I stand on business, ion even need a suit or tie(ion need no, suit or tie)
Can't stand when lean spill, a nigga get all teary eyed(nigga get all, teary eyed)
All I know is trap, I thought you knew(uh-uh, uh-uh)
Lil bro jus cooked up sum new
Fiend hit this fye she said
(Ouuu-ouu, ouuu)
(Hmm)
Qua, ion kno what it is you do(nuh-uh, nun-uh)
That got me stuck to you glue(nuh-uh)
I Take one sip, got me like
(Ouuu-ouu, ouuu)
(Yeah)
Ayy, goodbye to my kidney's, I'll miss you(oh, I'll miss you)
Huh, I take one mo sip, they'll be gone(they'll be gon-on-on)
Fill up the magazine yeah, its so many issues(yeah, it's so many issues)
Huh, and I'm watchin thru the front & back doe(oh-oh, ohh)
Yea-yea, Toast up, spill some lines for the soldiers(spill lines, for da soldiers)
Huh, Po a 4, po a eight, po mo(po mo, po mo, po up)
Yea-yea, Coffee cup filled wit 4's, call it 4gers(call it, 4gers)
Huh, This codeine, not caffeine, I'm movin' slow(so, slo-uh-ow)
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Writer: Malik Mayfield
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Performed By: MTG Mook
Featuring: T Woods
Language: English
Length: 2:44
Written by: Malik Mayfield
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