Black Dave - Mo! feat. Black Dave lyrics

[Produced by Zay Prime & Weird City Tafoya] [Verse 1: Weird City Tafoya] If that sh** cold, let me get some Drink a Loko till it's 4:00 and my lips numb Wake up in the f**ing 'morn, hit the kitchen Wheezy-ana with the sauce, fried chicken Two packs of that noise complaint I don't smoke, but they said if he toked it would make Chuck Norris faint That's gas b**hes drive me crazy trying to smash All these Michelin women with their tired a**es Give me substance Ba** to the damn face, till a mother f**er jumping and I'm krumping Liquid confidence, till I throw it all up and need a pound of mints What you want to do? Call the homie Snoop to bring the gin, I got the juice Holler at my conscious, say we're calling it a truce Sipping on a bottle of that Grey Goose, till I'm finally loose Jack's drinking jack b**hes getting tipsy off that Malibu Booty, booty, booty Hundred ladies in thongs buzzing at my door Ringadingadingdong What the f** is going? Bounce that sh** on me Everybody's going Han Solo by the end of every single night But I ain't even tripping 'cause the vibe is all nice Flip that body like a coin, either way is alright Tails one time, b**h gave me head like twice So, what you want to do? Black Dave collab with your homie Tofu That'd be the nickname, get your f**ing fist raised The beast of the east mobbing Austin city streets, k**ing beats, straight heat Fire burning up your mother f**ing spliff on Depeche Mode riffs Straight raw like a sushi roll Hootie Hoo on my stereo, master that sh** We're some kings like Chip Tell 'em that we want mo [Hook] All my bro's getting cozy Kush coma homies throwing half drunkin' 40's off the roof till the morning Liquor store knows me We're knocking down doors Look them dead in their eyes as we're tripping Tell them that we want mo Mo mo mo mo mo mo Tell them that we want mo Mo mo mo mo [Verse 2: Black Dave] b**h, I want mo Give me respect when I walk through the door Give me the check or get snuffed in your nose Got a new model, that b**h, she from Italy That don't mean sh** to me Cooking it up like I hang out with Little B I'm finna blow and by that I mean literally blow in your hole Oh, damn Baby girl, do you need a tissue? My n***as like NASA, they be strapped with a missile She said she want it all and she do not want a little Shorty came to the crib and want to make out I said, "Baby, just s** up on the pickle (Skrrrt) f** it, I'ma take a risk Got a weak stomach I ain't taking sh** Supreme, I ain't even pay for it Ain't rich, b**h so I gotta get mo, mo, mo I told 'em let's go and get mo (let's go and get mo) We rolled up a 4, but I told 'em we gotta get mo (we gotta get mo) A couple of ho's, but I told you we gotta get mo (a couple mo b**hes) Money on my 4, but I told you I gotta get mo First name Black, and it don't crack Low key like a mother f**ing bucket hat n***a gotta get it rockin' like Nickelback 'Member we was eating on f**ing quarter snacks Now it's fried shrimp, sirloin steak When I wake up I go skate Man, this sh** is the usual Go and hit up the studio Then I f** a big booty ho Man, I told you n***a gotta get mo [Hook] All my bro's getting cozy Kush coma homies throwing half drunkin' 40's off the roof till the morning Liquor store knows me We're knocking down doors Look them dead in their eyes as we're tripping Tell them that we want mo Mo mo mo mo mo mo Tell them that we want mo Mo mo mo mo