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Tech N9ne – Mo’ Ammo (feat. Murs & Rittz) (Dominion Deluxe Version Album)

You play and talk to me, you sweet as lemonade or punch

Put your ear to the speaker, get you high

Can’t you say that captain saved a slut, I met your lady once
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
Guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
Look, if you ain’t gave me my props yet, you late as fuck
The Dough made you notice DIBKIS (I gotta stop)
I do it underground, that’s the independent way
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
We fucked and now it turned into a weekly visit
[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
Guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
[Verse 2: Rittz]
And counting so much money that my fingertips got paperc uts
I mean a meth head, I met her in the fucking trap (huh?)
[Hook: Murs]
Got her hooked like I was deep sea fishing
No, what the fuck is that?
I mean the internet, I mean that fucking app

Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
With this chick that I met up on the internate
Growed with killas who rolled with Milla’s
Should’ve packed, yeah
Again and again we win, while all you do is catch L’s
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?
I really get head and she got suction like a Dyson Upright
I fucked her throat and filmed it, now that’s what I call a gag reel
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?

Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?
She open wide and sat still
We got guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
We got guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
And she mean business, she says she love to ride it all night
Speeding past these rappers like they traffic cops with radar guns
[Hook: Murs]
Tried to play me like a piano, (yeah?)
Go back on my double time shit and I bet you I spazz out
I’m like Jeezy, selling tickets like it’s fucking snow
Some soulless niggas who go get liquor then blow spliffs wit ya
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
Flows is gifted I get throwed get twisted then bro gets wicked when I spit I’m bout to kill em and a soul is lifted (That nigga hot)
[Verse 1: Murs]
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?
I’m ’bout to light it up like it’s Independence Day
Strange Music going stupid, it’s your new addiction
Bogus bitches you Ho’s fictitious and Low wit glitches
Cause I been drinkin like a camel, (yeah?)
My rap assignment give the industry an alignment rapper’s ain’t goin straight no mo’
Or like I’m Yeezy, selling Yeezys, I’ll be Goddamned
Popo suspicious we sold tricks fixes to hold big riches
I seen the sunlight, woke up and play some Maxwell
Now I’m about to go Rambo packin’ mo’ ammo nigga!
We got guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
Revolvers on as fuck if you a boxer or a black belt
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
I got a dinner date, I’m ten minutes late

You gotta buy these VIP tickets, understand?
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
These roguish wishes is so ridiculous
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
I like to think that I’m top five like Jada does
A million views, we lookin’ good, but no dough
I met her at a show (oh)
Guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
[Hook: Murs]
Military sack strapped with some Roman candles
trippin! (why?) Image really need refinement let a nigga help recreate yo flow, and I’m gon’ design it to make mo’ dough shake mo Ho’s hey bro bro, this that N9ne shit!
I mean a stream is just a dream unless you’re front row
My father ain’t a farmer but his son became a cash cow
I’m in my bass pro camo, lookin’ like a Rambo
I’m in the booth whippin’ merch like I’m in the kitchen
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?