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Moka Only feat. LMNO & Mums The Word Lyrics
"Team Work"

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my lyricsbox
get ringtone
I make gangster beats run out the set
Different intentions what are you out to get
What I'm to collect must be to correct
Rekindle the flame with the burn you net
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
I'm a wonder till I can't take it no more
Moka it's only steps away from the bubble
Put your lime green on a

On a double
See the subtle difference is ain't me I'm bold
Write my raps on high-letter pens go for gold
Cause me and you l yo we have both been told
That we don't flick the mold cause we stick with soul
That's the type of hit I like to make a mic a niggas flight plus
To flip the scroll for every cat that hit the bull
Sit back, and open like a tuna can as soon Janet James hit the store

If there ego's were pigeons pow I feed em aspirin
Oh yeah the answer to the question you been asking
Why you leaving visionaries man you guys are crackin'
If I was born in Alaska and left I still be Alaskan hey
Lets start stacking constantly splashing
We the type of cats with maximum action
And it's a move to be regarded as a fact and

[Chorus: x2]
If I could turn back the hands of time
I still wouldn't change my mind
No regrets cause it all turns out fine
Lets re-define gotta get mine team

I put twenty-five full years under my belt
I got my lady's love resting right under my velt
(Yo moka what's velt?) That's my underwear get it
I known to make up words so people don't sweat it
And that's cool I'm a odd one thank god for it
I talk about the details but they ignore it
I store it, my brains the disk I'm like frisk
Or l tores your wrist wakes you up in the gist

Survival liable always on trial
Order in court I never import snort
Drink malt by the court did all sorts of things
Which lead me to hypersonic moka brought me on it
Sing up the slack I'm to forward to turn back
Keep your eyes on god and battle-axe

you better pack a backpack and settle tracks
You might see me on the corner with no tape tags
World wide distributors for stores and gal guys
No brakes from trying never slide to whirl slide
I smell good and rap better master of the magnetic never sell wood
Got a black sweater
Attract letters to paper some of my favorite
It's LMNO we pass demos we major
Music without the interference of devils
See twan hit the spot roger hot levels

[Chorus: x2]