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lirik lagu marrgielaa – scary 2

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[intro]
aye yuh b~tch

[verse]
i’m sticked up in the trap wit the gang
f~ckin that b~tch i don’t know her name
see 12 then i turn to usain
i ain’t the side n~gga i’m the main
if he talk down bullet skraight to his brain
i’m off the percs, n~gga i’m insane
n~gga get shot reachin for me chain
i’m on the block, n~gga wit the gang
you ain’t in the skreet, n~gga you a lame
she wanna f~ck cause i got fame
she wanna f~ck me n~gga for my diamonds
s~s~straight to the top n~gga yea i’m climbin
b~b~boy you ain’t solid n~gga why he lyin
i just took yo b~tch and i had you cryin
i just took yo b~tch you tried endin yo life
i’m only at home n~gga f~ckin yo wife
gun on my side i ain’t using knife
if it’s on sight i don’t wanna fight
glock in my left hand perc in the right
f~ckin yo b~tch and i’m doing it right
masked up go hit a stain late night
i’m in thе dark, i don’t f~ck wit light
i’m in the dark but my diamonds still shining
i’m smoking trees like i came from thе island
b~tch you the plug, n~gga i’m supplying
oh that’s yo man’s? n~gga well he dyin
oh that’s yo man’s? we put him in the ground
spinning yo block and im gunning you down
i’m in the trap, n~gga moved the pounds
i’m in the uh, wait
caught that n~gga man this sh~t gon get scary
f~ckin on hoes i don’t wanna marry
f~f~f~ckin on hoes man i’m not tryna cuff
i’m from the skreets where this sh~t get rough
n~ggas be cap acting like they tough
how many guns? b~tch i got enough
how many guns? i got plenty
outta this world, i feel like 20
h~how many hoes? n~gga i got many
look at my tee, n~gga and it’s fendi
my diamonds cold, feelin like benji
walk down ima slide wit a semi
run down on em and the stick fully auto
we k!lled yo brother, can’t see you tomorrow
you don’t got sticks? n~gga you can borrow
my life a game n~gga grand theft auto
my life a game n~gga gta
i’m on the block trappin everyday
get to the money n~gga anyway
never lackin gotta walk wit a k
run to the bag i ain’t doin no race
come to the spot wit a mask on my face
shoot at the witness n~gga f~ck a case
i’m in the trap and i’m makin plays
g~gotta a stick and i run in yo place
i’m off a perc n~gga i’m in sp~ce
don’t come near b~tch i need my sp~ce
oh that’s a thot kick her out my place
oh that’s a thot, f~ckin dip
glock on my side, stay on my hip
i’m in my bag, n~gga like chips
where is yo brother? n~gga r.i.p


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