Lil Gotit – Free Melly Lyrics

Free Melly By Lil Gotit

We got London on da Track
I’m on the way after this song, girl

I got murder on my f-----’ melon (Tell ’em free Melly)
Young n---- ways like I’m f-----’ Melly (Tell ’em free Melly)
Pull up shootin’ out the box Chevy
If I f--- her good, she gon’ telly-telly (Let’s go)
In her chest like her name [?] (Beat it up)
And I’m geeked up, runnin’ ’round the lobby
Oh, yeah, I’m up, boy, these n----- can’t stop me
I’m duckin’ 12 and these paparazzi

Hood baby, get your stain bust (Free Melly)
Hand on the money, got my chain bust (Woo)
Wrist flood, rain bust (Wrist flood)
Whole YSL, they dangerous
I’m screamin’ free Melly from London (Slatt)
On the phone with London
Gotta keep a [?]
Fell in love with blue hundreds
I’m duckin’ 12 for Melly (Ooh)
Keep a hundred bricks, yeah, in the Chevy (Woah)
They keep talkin’ crazy (Woah, woah)
Might piss on a b----, R. Kelly (Ooh)
VV’s on my neck, they [?] (Swing)
I’m from another planet (Yeah)
That broke s---, cannot stand it (Okay)
That life I live outstanding (Woah)

I got murder on my f-----’ melon
Young n---- ways like I’m Melly
Pull up shootin’ out the box Chevy
If I f--- her good, she gon’ telly-telly
In her chest like her name [?]
And I’m geeked up, runnin’ ’round the lobby
Oh, yeah, I’m up, boy, these n----- can’t stop me
I’m duckin’ 12 and these paparazzi
I might paint the Audi red ’cause they know how I bleed
Ridin’ late night in Cali, stomp the gas, b----, up my speed
My young n----- play with them burners, they been tryna score for that lead
I was sellin’ dope on that corner, used to post up like Embiid
S--- changed when I left the county, ain’t looked back since I got freed
God said that I’m the chosen one, I told him I agree
True Money, that’s my first child, gon’ give him the world, ’cause that’s my seed
Tryna see ten figures like Hov, a hundred M’s is all I need, mmh, mmh-mmh

I got murder on my f-----’ melon
Young n---- ways like I’m Melly
Pull up shootin’ out the box Chevy
If I f--- her good, she gon’ telly-telly
In her chest like her name [?]
And I’m geeked up, runnin’ ’round the lobby
Oh, yeah, I’m up, boy, these n----- can’t stop me
I’m duckin’ 12 and these paparazzi


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