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Mighty Mouse

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Mighty Mouse foi lançado em 10 de julho de 2026 por The Sheltuh / Aspen como parte do álbum NEVER SAY DIE

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Fe Fi Fo Fum

I’m smelling blood

When the beat ride

Hold up

Imma pop my shit

I don’t know

What the fuck

I’m bout to say

Imma pop my shit

I don’t know

What the fuck

I’m bout to say

Fe Fi Fo Fum

I’m smelling blood

When the beat ride

Hold up

Imma pop my shit

I don’t know

What the fuck

I’m bout to say

Imma pop my shit

I don’t know

What the fuck

I’m bout to say

Me and my dogs

We convales

Cried tears

Blood sweat

Ain’t no shame

To peel off pain

Brick by brick

We built our name

Flick my wrist

And spit out flame

Bitch I’m rich

And without chain

And without chain

I’ll hit your bitch

In a penthouse mane

You fix your lips

Tryna dent our name

I’m playing I’m playing

I’m playing I’m playing

I ain’t had hoes

In ten whole years

Ya might have flows

But it’s in one ear

And out the other

I’m Cap Dick coming

I’m Cap Dick coming

Cap Dick coming

You a bitch ass ****

You slap your woman

I breathe by the code

I attract what I wanted

I achieved every goal

Gotta hat trick coming

Flow more hard

Than a fat bitch running

Breathe bitch breathe bitch

Man fuck tryna flatten your stomach

It’s about health that’s wealth

These days

Move stealth

These days

These **** don’t play

Tryna rob me bitch

I ain’t even feeling no way

It’s hard out

Matter fact my ****

What’s ya cash app

I ain’t even bringing the laws out

Take this blessing

And take this lesson

You ain’t gotta jug me

**** just ask

If you pat my pockets

If you pat my pockets

You won’t find no cash

Them white boys at

Goldman Sachs

Got my whole stash

Economy crash

I’m back on my ass

Again

Back in my stash again

Counting my last again

Break down halfs again

Re-ing up

With Africans

**** I’m mad

My whole future

Done turn to the past

I put on that mask

I cut on the stove

I’m weighing up O’s

I’m back in Girbuad’s

I’m back on the road

Back in that mode

Back on that rode again

Look I just drove em in

You gotta spend

I only sale by the ten

Please don’t fuck up my zen

Pick yo strand

Whip my wrist

Like Vic I Blend

I need meds

My flow crazy

I flow sick like I got rabies

Ugh

Bitches know the flow

Could never stop

You need a oven mitt

The shit is hot

Where I’m from it’s like a melting pot

Where I’m from it’s like a melting pot

M.O.B

It really spells a lot

Cap keep coming

Cap keep coming

Wanna get a fix just hit my number

I can make a quarter mill

Once I hit that rental

Cash App ready or

Just hit my Venmo

Ugh

Fe Fi Fo Fum

Murda murda

All we holla

Red rum

Ima pop my shit

I don’t know who the fuck

I’m bout to spray

Ima pop my shit

I don’t know who the fuck

I’m bout to spray

Fe Fi Fo Fum

Murda murda

All we holla

Red rum

Ima pop my shit

I don’t know who the fuck

I’m bout to spray

Ima pop my shit

I don’t know who the fuck

I’m bout to spray

Written by: PFG

Rodapé do Shazam

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