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M.O.T.S.B.
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Hip-Hop/Rap
M.O.T.S.B. was released on February 26, 2020 by The On My Way Company, LLC as a part of the album M.O.T.S.B. - Single
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Release DateFebruary 26, 2020
LabelThe On My Way Company, LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wesley Williams
Wesley Williams
Songwriter

Lyrics

Mamba just died, mama just cried
Look at the sky and i’m wondering why
Back in this bitch and i’m feelin' different
Better pay attention when a real one spittin
Ok, this **** Wes back in his bag
Ok, this **** Hype back in his bag
It was some **** that hated
But they in the wind, so them **** is going out sad
She gon bust it down for a real ****
But we already know how that go
Women was frontin' when I wasnt nothing
But now she be sneakin her way in my in my show
Oh, that shit bogus
When I get promoted, Oh, suddenly all of my music is posted
You get a motion
Refuse to give notice
That you jumpin' ship
Hope you drown in that ocean
When I think of my life
I’m so glad i’m moving on
Fake friends, they gone
Don’t hit my phone
Now that i’m movin' on
I ain’t never had a problem sayin bitch bounce
Lose one, get another at a discount
Weak energy, you can’t be a friend to me
I see you out, you ain’t real as you pretend to be
Same way that you came in
That’s the same way you can leave
Keeping this vehicle rollin, despite all the people that didn’t believe
Tryna move through different cities and get it cracking
Man i’m bout all that action
Tryna cash in on passion, I ain’t worried bout past shit
I ain’t worried bout checkin' the where abouts of no particular bad bitch
Touch told me keep mashing
Getting music to Masses
Real **** in effect
Always down to catch wreck
Movin' on to the next
Never was good with takin disrespect
Beats on bang, hoe
Whip on swang, hoe
In my own lane, hoe
Man I do my thang, hoe
Back on my own, back in my zone
That’s how I prefer that shit
There was a bridge to these pussy ****
Fucked around and I burned that shit
Industry full of the fakest muthafuckas, I had to Learn that shit
Ima get a Grammy with the family and i'll know that I earned that shit
Must have been singing so much that these **** forgot who the illest of spitters is
And who the realest of **** is
But i’m moving on from the silly shit
When I think of my life
I’m so glad i’m moving on
Fake friends, they gone
Don’t hit my phone
Now that i’m movin' on
I ain’t never had a problem sayin bitch bounce
Lose one, get another at a discount
Weak energy, you can’t be a friend to me
I see you out, you ain’t real as you pretend to be
Written by: Wesley Williams
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