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"Mula Remix (feat. 2 Chainz, Meek Mill & Earlly Mac)" is a track by Big Sean, from the album Hall of Fame (Deluxe), released 26th August 2013. The track is 5:54 long. Full lyrics are available below. Dork has published 1 article about Big Sean.
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After God, after my family, I ain't gon' front Ain't nothing more important than this success, than getting it Where my real niggas that's gon' ride for me Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride me Where my real niggas that's gon' ride for me Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride me (Finally famous nigga) Ain't nothing more important than the mula Ain't nothing more important than the mula Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah Ain't nothing more important than the mula I'm with my shooter and a preacher hallelujah When they view ya fucking around Me and my niggas we come to your town Busting them bottles and fucking your bitches And when they start hating we gunning them down Don't fuck 'em around, boy I get money all day And I ball hard like Tim Hardaway I can see a bad bitch from far away Let her ride this dick cause I had a hard day And my dick even harder, you whippin' the charger You put your rims on and you think that you're balling I'm whippin' a Bentley, I can't even call it And my shit so retarded I handicap parking like skrrrrrrr! Ain't nothing more important than the mula Ain't nothing more important than the mula Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah I get paid to the decimal, taxing plus stacking Yo fuck federales, I smoke medicali B-I-G Sean don, Juan Perion Bitch fuck with me, I bet I make it work I oopsy-daisys on a skirt Fuck with me get a room for daisies on the dirt I prefer brown liquor, brown ladies, brown Louis Vuitton Condom on 'fo I go to work, that's my uniform Nigga I used to eat mayonnaise sandwiches By candle lit, and that's cause the power's out And not for no romance and shit (No!) From barely managing to mansions Where ho's call me Mr. Anderson Command a bitch, no I don't own the pussy I just sample it I got a couple marbles missing I know Now there's marbles all on the floor On the bathroom, kitchen and stove I got bitches on my cellular callin' and confessing But I don't reply cause thats the clearest way to send a message Paper running through my jugular I'm blowing loud, throwing thous, getting drunk You know my style And my momma still say she proud, that's mula Ain't nothing more important than the mula Ain't nothing more important than the mula Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah Ain't nothing more important than the mula Ain't nothing more important than the mula Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah I'm winning, I don't owe nann nigga shit Came in this motherfucker by myself Smoking on strong, and holding on my dick like AH My gold on, I'm the bomb, I'm talking goldmine Nigga's taking shots at me, I send em' back to their homeline And I touchdown, goal line, y'all ain't killing shit Brrrraatttt, shoot every nigga in your clique I'm on one, let me jog your memory Me and Nells on the milerun, uh Shawty gonna need her drawers done Eat her pussy til' it's all gone, uh And I still ain't ever been robbed, so nigga don't try me Two niggas with guns, snatch yo' wallet That's pickpocket, they want my I.D, and I spaz on em' Treat niggas like strippers and put cash on em' Got a new chopper and that bitch still got a tag on it If you shoot me, you famous, if I shoot you, I'm brainless So I'm about to be dumb as fuck Cause' God blesses fools in badges When I was fifteen I was felon When you were fifteen you were yelling "Mama come get this nigga off my fucking melon, dame it! Ain't nothing more important than the mula Ain't nothing more important than the mula Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah Ain't nothing more important than the mula Ain't nothing more important than the mula Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah Scared money never gon' make nothin', (thats right) Gotta get it my medula Couple dollars in the waist band, (thats right) Nigga hula-hoop with the mula Everyday that I wake I say grace Hallelujah welcome back like Mase Bitches only fuck niggas with the cream A nigga this fresh ain't never gon' date Ay, they say we can't maintain Only real niggas remain 'Ye say that we the new slaves I need to ball with a chain I got a real bad bitch I haven't seen her in a month With some twins so big she can put em' in a bunk Ooh I love it when she drop it and spread it like When I see the camel all I wanna do is hump Okay the Hall of Fame keep callin' my name Got a mural on the wall I'mma legend Okay, I'm from the motor city and been have drive I just need a little gas in my engine Okay, we all in the game and we ballin' the same but Home team nigga thats a blessing I'm a bad mothafucker just tryna get some credit So good it can get me into heaven, nigga Ain't nothing more important than the mula Ain't nothing more important than the mula Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah Ain't nothing more important than the mula Ain't nothing more important than the mula Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah
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