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(Lyrics) J Molley ft Emtee – Going Down

J Molley Going Down Lyrics

J Molley Going Down Lyrics

J Molley Going Down Lyrics: Amazing joint single by J Molley and Emtee. Check out the lyrics of the song.

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J Molley Going Down Lyrics

[Chorus: J Molley]
Started young with this shit but I’m older now
Drop a bag on my neck that’s a cold amount
If you speak on my name then it’s going down
Oh
Going down
Going down
They say what goes around come around
You just buy them a bag and they come around
If you speak on my name then it’s going down
Oh
Going down
Going down

[Verse 1: J Molley]
I feel like I’m turbo I run that shit back
In a big body Benz baby this not a cab
I love shawty aesthetic, come back up that ass
Shawty whipping Cayenne but she cold as Alaska

She a god with the stick so I call that bitch Rambo
20 000 just to host where you can’t go
She sipping dom but she dropping that ass low
When I fuck up the club I don’t fuck up the bankroll

Lil bitch you stupid go read you a book or something
Came from nothing to something this shit is nothing
Come from nothing to something to heavy stunting
All my bitches get mad when I get to cuffing

These Bitches get mad i wasn’t even fucking you
How you gon stunt on boy I’ve done more than you
Lil bitch you stupid you fucking on fathers
Made a million did it without my father

I fuck all these bitches then I keep my mouth closed
She don’t wanna talk because I have that mouth full
Bad bitch spinning on me like vinyl
I’m sipping purp I ain’t talking bout NyQuil

I got some dirt on her she gonna cry still
Bitch I’m like Christ I made her my disciple
Dripping this auqafina and I’m iced up (iced up, iced up)

[Chorus: J Molley]
Started young with this shit but I’m older now
Drop a bag on my neck that’s a cold amount
If you speak on my name then it’s going down
Oh
Going down
Going down
They say what goes around come around
You just buy them a bag and they come around
If you speak on my name then it’s going down
Oh
Going down
Going down

[Verse 2: EMTee]
It’s going down foreal
Which nigga holding you down for real
I smoke bout a pound foreal
Running’ the town forreal
Ridin’ dolo and I got em shook up
Say you gon stop me then good luck
Speak on my name they gon pull up
Then I keep it movin’ with my chin up

Smoking on gas and you know this shit stank
Looking at me funny when I walk into the bank
Your shit slap, nigga my shit spank
Everybody love me I got dank

Jozi my city it’s tatted, I don’t like cappers
Don’t believe in the magic
Pass me the cabbage, straight to the head like a savage
Yeah they hate when you’re happy

In the city finessing the plug
Soon as I pull up they showing me love
Lately I’m not in the club
I get the money I’m putting it up

I don’t know what they on about
Still pop my shit and they love my sound
Niggas been trying to count me out
On a high level bitch I move with the shit

[Chorus: J Molley]
Started young with this shit but I’m older now
Drop a bag on my neck that’s a cold amount
If you speak on my name then it’s going down
Oh
Going down
Going down
They say what goes around come around
You just buy them a bag and they come around
If you speak on my name then it’s going down
Oh
Going down
Going down

[Verse 3: J. Molley]
Hold up relax
Who the fuck told you that you was all that?
Bitches get paid to put a product up on their snap
Now they snapping at me like they dax
Superficial bitches fucking for decimals
All they care about is being the centerfold
I cannot educate minds that are minuscule
How do you tell the devil he’s a bitter fool
Fucking on men that go home to their children
She got a hundred exes man I feel like Scott pilgrim
I don’t need a hundred million ‘less I got a hundred children
I don’t need a hundred children
I guess everybody got their opinions
It’s sickening
(Look at the stars and I see that it’s written in)
I told her focus on me pop a Ritalin
Triple 6 I just say it for the thrill of it

That’s cute lil boy I got 10 of ’em
Get on my level and flex again
Too many men I feel 50 cent
Where the shawties I need like 10 of ’em

S5 drop top
Sip wock, hit the club
Fuck it I’m rich enough I’m sipping rich in the kitchen
I hit the Hilton if she finna fuck

[Chorus: J Molley]
Started young with this shit but I’m older now
Drop a bag on my neck that’s a cold amount
If you speak on my name then it’s going down
Oh
Going down
Going down
They say what goes around come around
You just buy them a bag and they come around
If you speak on my name then it’s going down
Oh
Going down
Going down

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