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Molly Video (MV)




Performed By: $u$ Jay
Language: English
Length: 3:20
Written by: Justin Ackerman
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$u$ Jay - Molly Lyrics
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I got molly in my water bottle
I just found two pills and it hurts to swallow
Smokin' gas, but bitch, this ain't gelato
I really need a third bitch, who is down to follow
Leave her on top while I hit the bottom
All these pills in my head, bitch, it's always autumn
Clap his head twelve times like a semi-auto
All this money, I told Uncle Sam I won the lotto
Gas in my drink, gas in my blunt
I be sellin' dimes, I don't be sellin' fronts
Glock on my hip, I don't ever take a pic
Drink made him sick, and all I do is sip, and sip, and sip
Yeah, yeah, my hair look like a broccoli
Baby, don't get talkity, I'm a real nice nigga
But, baby, don't you talk to me
I feel like Davey Jones, let me put you in my locker
I'm slumped like a zombie
Like the Frankenstein monster
I beat that pussy up, and she make me feel special
Suckin' on a Swisher, cause I know I'm the devil
I just care too much, about pleasing other people
But that shit done change, baby, nobody's equal
I faced all the Molly, so I'm rollin' like a ball
The uppers hit different when you ain't up at all
The downers go down, and the Backwoods roll up
Your bitch been shakin' ass, tellin' me to play rough
I got molly in my water bottle
I just found two pills and it hurts to swallow
Smokin' gas, but bitch, this ain't gelato
I really need a third bitch, who is down to follow
Leave her on top while I hit the bottom
All these pills in my head, bitch, it's always autumn
Clap his head twelve times like a semi-auto
All this money, I told Uncle Sam I won the lotto
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English

I got molly in my water bottle
I just found two pills and it hurts to swallow
Smokin' gas, but bitch, this ain't gelato
I really need a third bitch, who is down to follow
Leave her on top while I hit the bottom
All these pills in my head, bitch, it's always autumn
Clap his head twelve times like a semi-auto
All this money, I told Uncle Sam I won the lotto
Gas in my drink, gas in my blunt
I be sellin' dimes, I don't be sellin' fronts
Glock on my hip, I don't ever take a pic
Drink made him sick, and all I do is sip, and sip, and sip
Yeah, yeah, my hair look like a broccoli
Baby, don't get talkity, I'm a real nice nigga
But, baby, don't you talk to me
I feel like Davey Jones, let me put you in my locker
I'm slumped like a zombie
Like the Frankenstein monster
I beat that pussy up, and she make me feel special
Suckin' on a Swisher, cause I know I'm the devil
I just care too much, about pleasing other people
But that shit done change, baby, nobody's equal
I faced all the Molly, so I'm rollin' like a ball
The uppers hit different when you ain't up at all
The downers go down, and the Backwoods roll up
Your bitch been shakin' ass, tellin' me to play rough
I got molly in my water bottle
I just found two pills and it hurts to swallow
Smokin' gas, but bitch, this ain't gelato
I really need a third bitch, who is down to follow
Leave her on top while I hit the bottom
All these pills in my head, bitch, it's always autumn
Clap his head twelve times like a semi-auto
All this money, I told Uncle Sam I won the lotto
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Writer: Justin Ackerman
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