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M.G.L Video (MV)




Performed By: Vano
Language: English
Length: 3:03
Written by: Vano Habibi




Vano - M.G.L Lyrics
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I'm calling the shots, ain't got no clip, don't need no ammo
Ain't had no bread, f*ck all that dreaming cause I wanted more
Did what I did, got no regrets, now I'm rollin in dough
Been through it all, got on my knees and prayed to my god
Pray to my God, don't lemme fall if something go wrong
If something go wrong, hit em right back, till the money go long
Money go long, money go long, money go long
Money go long, money go long, money go long
I think that I made it
Never forgetting the fam and the crew
Now she know that I ball
She wanna link up but she got competition all up in my dm
She help me sleep on the pm's
Yea she a bad shortie from the east ends
Came from the 6ix but I'm not reppin shit
Why we got goofies who rep Jane and finch
Flex on your hood, don't give a shit
I'm hitting numbers, yall still hitting licks
Hit up the 6ix, tell em got something fresh
Ima do damage fk, going overseas
I'll be that friend I'm between enemies
Shorty wants in cuz the woods looking deezed
I'm calling the shots, ain't got no clip, don't need no ammo
Ain't had no bread, f*ck all that dreaming cause I wanted more
Did what I did, got no regrets, now I'm rollin in dough
Been through it all, got on my knees and prayed to my god
Pray to my God, don't lemme fall if something go wrong
If something go wrong, hit em right back, till the money go long
Money go long, money go long, money go long
Money go long, money go long, money go long
So high no stallin
Kobe cuz I'm ballin
She want jewels No problem
Wanna splurge on the often
Louie V on Wallet
Big dubs what I Fallin
Pulled up in a beamer
Flexed out 2 seater
Ice on my neck, look like a noose
I'm up on a news, up on a TV
I'm in my zone
My momma gon see me
People gon see me
Stackin the guap stackin them queeniez
I'm posted up Pickering TC
I'm calling the shots, ain't got no clip, don't need no ammo
Ain't had no bread, f*ck all that dreaming cause I wanted more
Did what I did, got no regrets, now I'm rollin in dough
Been through it all, got on my knees and prayed to my god
Pray to my God, don't lemme fall if something go wrong
If something go wrong, hit em right back, till the money go long
Money go long, money go long, money go long
Money go long, money go long, money go long
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I'm calling the shots, ain't got no clip, don't need no ammo
Ain't had no bread, f*ck all that dreaming cause I wanted more
Did what I did, got no regrets, now I'm rollin in dough
Been through it all, got on my knees and prayed to my god
Pray to my God, don't lemme fall if something go wrong
If something go wrong, hit em right back, till the money go long
Money go long, money go long, money go long
Money go long, money go long, money go long
I think that I made it
Never forgetting the fam and the crew
Now she know that I ball
She wanna link up but she got competition all up in my dm
She help me sleep on the pm's
Yea she a bad shortie from the east ends
Came from the 6ix but I'm not reppin shit
Why we got goofies who rep Jane and finch
Flex on your hood, don't give a shit
I'm hitting numbers, yall still hitting licks
Hit up the 6ix, tell em got something fresh
Ima do damage fk, going overseas
I'll be that friend I'm between enemies
Shorty wants in cuz the woods looking deezed
I'm calling the shots, ain't got no clip, don't need no ammo
Ain't had no bread, f*ck all that dreaming cause I wanted more
Did what I did, got no regrets, now I'm rollin in dough
Been through it all, got on my knees and prayed to my god
Pray to my God, don't lemme fall if something go wrong
If something go wrong, hit em right back, till the money go long
Money go long, money go long, money go long
Money go long, money go long, money go long
So high no stallin
Kobe cuz I'm ballin
She want jewels No problem
Wanna splurge on the often
Louie V on Wallet
Big dubs what I Fallin
Pulled up in a beamer
Flexed out 2 seater
Ice on my neck, look like a noose
I'm up on a news, up on a TV
I'm in my zone
My momma gon see me
People gon see me
Stackin the guap stackin them queeniez
I'm posted up Pickering TC
I'm calling the shots, ain't got no clip, don't need no ammo
Ain't had no bread, f*ck all that dreaming cause I wanted more
Did what I did, got no regrets, now I'm rollin in dough
Been through it all, got on my knees and prayed to my god
Pray to my God, don't lemme fall if something go wrong
If something go wrong, hit em right back, till the money go long
Money go long, money go long, money go long
Money go long, money go long, money go long
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Writer: Vano Habibi
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