Prince Mula - Facts (Remix) lyrics

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Prince Mula - Facts (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Father's Children] Dirt and grime and filth inside The story of my lifetime My dirty, filthy habitat Is where I got my loving at Of cheating, stealing, never feeling Pain of a brother, your dirty mother Ha, ha, ha, look how far we are (Perfect!) [Verse 1: Prince Mula] Beatzy Beatzy Beatzy Murkin Stevie Soto Beatzy Beatzy Beatzy El Nu-mero Uno Beatzy Beatzy Beatz On that Amari Cooper On a quest to that success And you can drive the Uber Hustling for dough Thats all i been doing I can hear them voices talking Sound like stupid students Every dollar spent Is something that I'd rather have So I been building my approach Like i am Lenny Krav If i could never leave my lane How could i overlap? If i didn't have no o-line I wouldn't be running back If these rappers wasn't sweet I wouldn't get no snacks So hit em twice and help em up And give em ice packs Beatzy Beatzy Beatzy But you can call me king your highness So bow down and clean the kicks Till they shine with brightness Then spend so much My bankaccount finna hit the minus Ain't got no time for these s**as So wodie change the climate We been stuntin years You a couple minutes 13 droppin mixtapes We was winning Years later Whole style gotta new replenish So now we running to the money Paper never finish Mula Mula Mula Mula Im that mother f**er Told em if they got a plan They should f**ing use it Seen em always running lips Its more that just the music Its an art form And they just abused it Foolin Foolin Foolin That's all we been doin Stuntin Stuntin Stuntin That was the influence b**hes b**hes b**hes Always in the way So in the end of the day I better get my pay Dope and Ceezy Zay and Beatzy We the realest Mix it to the p**y rapper Got his feelings spilling Stuntin on this b**h a** Ballin in this b**h So if you calling for that beef Get ya number switched Your posse Ain't got nuthin on me sh** ain't crazy Twitter fingers show yo side is just some ladies This ain't a diss track it's a PSA I hope yo next school dance Got this sh** we playing So shouts to them hittas That be never fake I mean fu*k STEVIE SOTO I Got everybody saying So why the f** you always rapping over Justin Bieber beats? That sh** be weak Wodie we don't play that in the street Okay, you tryina be like Cole But lackin all the soul You tryina be like Kendrick But yo sh** ain't ever offensive Put sosa on a beat Now that sh** gang related We be chillin at the spot And everydays a celebration I'm the sh** mother f**a And yours, is constipated Tryina diss off all the sh** Think you, you contemplated Im a mother f**in Rapper Im something authentic Put the cash in a rubber band Mercedes Benz it [Outro: Prince Mula and Father's Children] Beatzy baby That's the facts on your b**ha** So who? Wh-who jumping over Stevie Soto? Lil Beatzy baby always jumping over Stevie Soto Ha, ha, ha, look how far we are