Major Distribution

Album: Her Loss (2022)
Charted: 5 3
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  • No, no, no, no, no, no
    No, no, no, no, no
    Major distribution, man, my label on my dick, for real
    Fuckin' with your friend and she ain't tell you, y'all ain't shit, for real
    I've been out here crushin' on success, now she my bitch, for real
    You say I'm persuasive, girl, but you can't spell that shit, for real
    Hmm, hmm, in this mansion, I'm Macaulay Culkin
    Paid in full, I'm Mekhi Phifer
    Know you're tired, we just did dinner for three hours
    Lyin' to me all night
    Buyin' Benz Benzes out of spite
    Paid a hundred, ran up somethin' light
    Simple price to keep 'em out my life
    Booby Trap, we need a business office
    Magic City need a business office
    Twenty-nine, I keep a business office
    I'm in love with Houston, Dallas, Austin
    Tell your guys to hold off on the team
    Changed, seem like they may need money for coffins
    Cuban girl, a fan of ground coffee
    Text me on the signal, don't call me
    Hmm, hmm, major distribution, labels call me
    Bad Bunny numbers, it's a robbery
    Five-hundred million, just for Aubrey
    Hmm, hmm, yeah, major distribution how I pop it
    Mention me to be the hottest topic
    Same place you singin', bitch, you shoppin'
    Okay, go stupid, go stupid
    Go stupid, go stupid
    Go stupid, go stupid
    Okay, okay, go stupid, stupid
    Go stupid, go stupid
    Go stupid, go stupid
    Go stupid, okay
    Nigga tried to play this shit light, play it cool, play me like I'm sweet
    Fuckin' on an opp nigga bitch, say she miss the golds in my teeth
    4L shit, know we steppin', y'all should get to funeral preparin'
    SF90, this is not McLaren, make an IG model run my errands
    He go missin', we gon' spin his parents, stayed in Houston long as Steve Francis
    Shoot his feet, got him doin' dances, wiggin' niggas like I played at Kansas
    Ever seen somebody get shot? Lot of shit I seen before the top
    I ain't tryna wrestle like The Rock, fuck the Trish, I'd rather sip the Wock
    Lot of things I do to stay alive, everythin' except for call the cops
    Savage still let his gun pop, FOX 5 gang, get you knocked
    Major distribution, labels callin', Harry Styles numbers, it's a robbery
    My niggas go in-Zayn to catch a body, we was face to face, you could've shot me
    Okay, go stupid, go stupid
    Go stupid, go stupid
    Go stupid, go stupid
    Okay, okay, go stupid, stupid
    Go stupid, go stupid
    Go stupid, go stupid
    Go stupid, okay Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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