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lirik lagu lil' marvo, cutie lisa, - no warnings

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[verse 1: lil’ marvo]
bought my first glock at fourteen
mama found it, said, “boy, you tweakin’,” kicked me out, now i’m in the streets
told her, “ma’, i’m sorry, but i need this b~tch, ain’t no way i’m gettin’ beat.”
opps keep talkin’, but they bodies never drop, boy, that sh~t be weak
spin his block, chopper make ’em harlem shake, yeah, f~ck that n~gga, rip
b~tch, i ain’t worried ’bout your lil’ ass feelings, i’m too deep up in this sh~t
tryna rob? you better think twice, ’cause my glock got a switch
hundred bands, turned that sh~t to mills, i ain’t never flippin’ bricks
b~tch, i trap, b~tch, i scam, b~tch, i shoot, i’m really lit
you think i’m slippin’? that’s yo’ last mistake, n~gga, test me, get erased
b~tch, i’m with the gang, ar in the trunk, yeah, we shoot sh~t like the states
f~ck yo’ ho? oh, my bad, i ain’t know, man, that b~tch was on my case
i ain’t even want her, gave her to my bro, sent her back without no trace
n~ggas talkin’ tough, but when we slide, them boys just run away
i don’t do no talkin’, pistol speak for me, it got a lot to say
f~ck a fade, ain’t no one~on~ones, we jumpin’ sh~t like gta
boy, you sweet, got my youngins on yo’ ass, bet they come collect today

[verse 2: cutie lisa]
the glock don’t “cl!ck,” this b~tch go “boom,” turn his ass to dust
i ain’t gotta flex, but my pockets too fat, sh~t look like a crust
i was broke, now money stackin’ up, got hunnids, f~ck the ones
if she hatin’, let her talk, but bet that b~tch ain’t touchin’ funds
i keep sh~t tucked, won’t lack, won’t slip, i stay ten toes down
b~tch, i got a ruger, ain’t no fightin’, i won’t play around
told my opps, “come test me,” now they hidin’, they ain’t outta town
i’m too up, and they too broke, they mad i came up out the ground
lil’ ho tryna talk, but she ain’t even got no motion
i just made ten racks, spent five today, i ain’t even notice
i ain’t with the cap, i’m really out here, this ain’t for promotion
you ain’t touchin’ money, b~tch, you dusty, you ain’t got no focus
stay on point, my choppa sing, that b~tch got melodies
i just play it cool, but best believe ain’t no one checkin’ me
tried to snake me once, now every step, i keep that tec with me
i ain’t gotta say too much, these bullets talk effectively


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