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Post Mortem Video (MV)




Performed By: Mxlcxlm Z
Language: English
Length: 3:24
Written by: Nicholas Strickland




Mxlcxlm Z - Post Mortem Lyrics




Go mortem, don't mourn him
This dope but don't snort him
Got hoes but don't spoil him
Ghost on em - postmortem
I'm tryna tear down the roof and the shingles
I ain't got no time to mingle
I got to stack up my chips like Pringles
Need all the hundred and singles

Go mortem, don't mourn him
This dope but don't snort him
Got hoes but don't spoil him
Ghost on em - postmortem
I'm tryna tear down the roof and the shingles
I ain't got no time to mingle
I got to stack up my chips like Pringles
Need all the hundred and singles

My soul is emerging
Body and spirit and mind - they converging
Getting out of here early
But I'm ballin' so hard I need me a jersey
Shooting like 30 (Curry)
Niggas subpar, they putting for birdie
I got the faith, I'm really not worried
It's in the bag it's a sure thing
25-8, I ain't taking no days off
On my grind until it pays off
A boss - I feel a negative spirit I'm smudging the sage and I'm praying it stays off
I'm out here praying for youngins that's stuck in the trap and they letting the K's off
They try to play it off, this shit a set up - how you not see like Adolf

Go mortem, don't mourn him
This dope but don't snort him
Got hoes but don't spoil him
Ghost on em - postmortem
I'm tryna tear down the roof and the shingles
I ain't got no time to mingle
I got to stack up my chips like Pringles
Need all the hundred and singles

Go mortem, don't mourn him
This dope but don't snort him
Got hoes but don't spoil him
Ghost on em - postmortem
I'm tryna tear down the roof and the shingles
I ain't got no time to mingle
I got to stack up my chips like Pringles
Need all the hundred and singles

Came in this bitch with a swag like a dope boy
He just the shrimp, he a poor boy
Ooh I'm so hot I'm a muhf*ckin' stove, boy
You better fan him like Rolls Royce
Keep it Frank, Benjamin
Fall down nine times, get up 10
Laughing 'cuz she wants to kick it but I only kick it like a muhf*ckin' Sparta
Came with the swag and they jack it like starter
I want the cash, don't wanna trade or wanna barter (Headass)
I'm finna clown, word to Barnum and Bailey
I put an S on the laughter and end all the comedy
Slaughter - I caught me a body like cheerleaders, plus I'm on varsity
I got the arms in arms reach
Ice water all in my arteries
Artistry, came out the armory strapped with the armor
I'm on them - hit target like archery
I hit the target no shopping spree
I'm pushing dope I should work for the pharmacy
You want to beef and I just want the chicken - that's what the muhf*ckin' farmer see

Go mortem, don't mourn him
This dope but don't snort him
Got hoes but don't spoil him
Ghost on em - postmortem
I'm tryna tear down the roof and the shingles
I ain't got no time to mingle
I got to stack up my chips like Pringles
Need all the hundred and singles

Go mortem, don't mourn him
This dope but don't snort him
Got hoes but don't spoil him
Ghost on em - postmortem
I'm tryna tear down the roof and the shingles
I ain't got no time to mingle
I got to stack up my chips like Pringles
Need all the hundred and singles
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Go mortem, don't mourn him
This dope but don't snort him
Got hoes but don't spoil him
Ghost on em - postmortem
I'm tryna tear down the roof and the shingles
I ain't got no time to mingle
I got to stack up my chips like Pringles
Need all the hundred and singles

Go mortem, don't mourn him
This dope but don't snort him
Got hoes but don't spoil him
Ghost on em - postmortem
I'm tryna tear down the roof and the shingles
I ain't got no time to mingle
I got to stack up my chips like Pringles
Need all the hundred and singles

My soul is emerging
Body and spirit and mind - they converging
Getting out of here early
But I'm ballin' so hard I need me a jersey
Shooting like 30 (Curry)
Niggas subpar, they putting for birdie
I got the faith, I'm really not worried
It's in the bag it's a sure thing
25-8, I ain't taking no days off
On my grind until it pays off
A boss - I feel a negative spirit I'm smudging the sage and I'm praying it stays off
I'm out here praying for youngins that's stuck in the trap and they letting the K's off
They try to play it off, this shit a set up - how you not see like Adolf

Go mortem, don't mourn him
This dope but don't snort him
Got hoes but don't spoil him
Ghost on em - postmortem
I'm tryna tear down the roof and the shingles
I ain't got no time to mingle
I got to stack up my chips like Pringles
Need all the hundred and singles

Go mortem, don't mourn him
This dope but don't snort him
Got hoes but don't spoil him
Ghost on em - postmortem
I'm tryna tear down the roof and the shingles
I ain't got no time to mingle
I got to stack up my chips like Pringles
Need all the hundred and singles

Came in this bitch with a swag like a dope boy
He just the shrimp, he a poor boy
Ooh I'm so hot I'm a muhf*ckin' stove, boy
You better fan him like Rolls Royce
Keep it Frank, Benjamin
Fall down nine times, get up 10
Laughing 'cuz she wants to kick it but I only kick it like a muhf*ckin' Sparta
Came with the swag and they jack it like starter
I want the cash, don't wanna trade or wanna barter (Headass)
I'm finna clown, word to Barnum and Bailey
I put an S on the laughter and end all the comedy
Slaughter - I caught me a body like cheerleaders, plus I'm on varsity
I got the arms in arms reach
Ice water all in my arteries
Artistry, came out the armory strapped with the armor
I'm on them - hit target like archery
I hit the target no shopping spree
I'm pushing dope I should work for the pharmacy
You want to beef and I just want the chicken - that's what the muhf*ckin' farmer see

Go mortem, don't mourn him
This dope but don't snort him
Got hoes but don't spoil him
Ghost on em - postmortem
I'm tryna tear down the roof and the shingles
I ain't got no time to mingle
I got to stack up my chips like Pringles
Need all the hundred and singles

Go mortem, don't mourn him
This dope but don't snort him
Got hoes but don't spoil him
Ghost on em - postmortem
I'm tryna tear down the roof and the shingles
I ain't got no time to mingle
I got to stack up my chips like Pringles
Need all the hundred and singles
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Writer: Nicholas Strickland
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