Prettyface Gangsta – Mighty Mouse (Lyrics & Video)

Mighty Mouse – Prettyface Gangsta Lyrics

Fee-fi-fo-fum

I'm smelling blood when the beat ride, hold up

I'ma pop my shit, I don't know what the fuck I'm bout to say

I'ma pop my shit, I don't know what the fuck I'm bout to say

Fee-fi-fo-fum

I'm smelling blood when the beat ride, hold up

I'ma pop my shit, I don't know what the fuck I'm bout to say

I'ma pop my shit, I don't know what the fuck I'm bout to say

Me and my dawgs, we convalesced

Cried tears, blood, sweat

Ain't no shame to peel off pain

Brick by brick, we built our name

Flicked my wrist and spit out flame

Bitch, I'm rich and without chain

I hit your bitch in the penthouse, man

You fix your lips, tryna dent our name

I'm playin', I'm playin', I'm playin', I'm playin'

I ain't had hoes in ten whole years

You might have flows, but it's in one ear and out the other

I'm captive comin', I'm captive comin', captivе comin'

You a bitch ass nigga, you slap your woman

I breathe by the codе, I track what I wanted

I achieve every goal, got a hat trick comin'

Flow more hard than a fat bitch runnin'

Breathe, bitch, breathe, bitch

Man, fuck tryna flatten your stomach

It's about health, that's wealth these days

Move stealth these days, these niggas don't play

Try to ride me, bitch, I ain't even feelin' no way, It's hard out

Matter of fact, my nigga, what's your cash app?

I ain't even bringin' the laws out

Take this blessing and take this lesson

You ain't gotta judge me, nigga, just ask

If you pack my pockets, you won't find no cash

The white boys at Goldman Sachs got my whole stash

Economy crash, I'm back on my ass again

Back on my stash again, count my last again

Breakin' down hash again, ringin' up with Africans

Nigga, I'm mad, my whole future done turned to the past

I put on that mask, I cut on that stove, I'm wakin' up old

So I'm back at your bowls, I'm back on the road

Back in that mode, back on that road again

Nigga, just over, man, you gotta spend

I only sell by the ten, please don't fuck up my zen

Pick your string, with my wrist like zig-zag bling

I need men, my flow crazy, I flow sick like I got rabies (Uh-Uh)

Bitches know the flow can never stop

You need an oven mitt, this shit is hot

Where I'm from, it's like a melted pot

M-O-B, it really spells a lot

Cap keep comin', cap keep comin'

Wanna get it fixed, just hit my number

I can make a quarter mil' once I hit that rental

Cash app, radio, just hit my Venmo, ah

Fee-fi-fo-fum

Murder, murder, all we holla, red rum

I'ma pop my shit, I don't know, who the fuck I'm bout to spray

I'ma pop my shit, I don't know, who the fuck I'm bout to spray

Fee-fi-fo-fum

Murder, murder, all we holla, red rum

I'ma pop my shit, I don't know, who the fuck I'm bout to spray

I'ma pop my shit, I don't know, who the fuck I'm bout to spray