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lirik lagu pro dusa & jka - marauder

[intro: mowey]

i’m like russ man everybody hate me
eyes red blood shot smoking on a daily
long hair cow boots call a n-gga kid rock
stepping on old time piece with a old clock

[interlude: pro dusa, jka & mowey]

(nah nah nah)

nah nah nah, f-ck that sh-t
nah nah nah play that back, run that back
alright see why you guys do me like that?
why you guys flexing like that?
alright bet i got you

[verse 1: mowey]

the money midnight marauder
repeating repet-tion reppin second
they say i came from the water, alter ego my intentions not to mention second guessing
my last thought i’m black thought, on the track, think i’m tryna run it back
barry sanders on the dash, isaiah thomas cash
all these rhody rappers really f-cking trash, (swear to god) word to that
let’s bring it back to the real, i’m going flowing
ripping hoping know these n-ggas goin kneel and bow down to the king of the hill
i know you m-th-f-ckers envy but that’s just how i feel
claiming thrones city knows what the deal, for free slaughter
(call it)
closing out the border, (yeah) call me a god d-mn top trump supporter ha (flexing)
that’s so arrogant, there’s evidence i’m haven sent
kanye west for president
313 i represent, f-ck em
(yo shout out to detroit baby, that’s how we doing)

[verse 2: pro dusa]

(yeah, yo, yeah, uh, yeah)

i keep it simple like symphonies to the principles of gravity imagine he smashed a b-tch until she mad at him
it’s that again
anakin, madison up on the vatican
no averaging, barely collapsing
kamikaze cattling, no strattling
f-ck the b-tch she takes it in the -ss again
bye a f-cking a raffle box and show it the pastor man
addict popping pills up in the attic, shot the gat again
aim it at the owner and just ask him “what’s the matter man?” (uh)
what’s the answer bro
i got motherf-ckers tryna steal my cancer smoke, you don’t want it
p-ss “em-c’s” with no chronic, i’m honest
jka said you lying (uh, i)
i said i said you dying to the ending of my voice
(ending of my voice)

[verse 3: jka]

(uh, yeah)

i keep it complex cuz complexities is what be calling me
no sesame, ya simple street sh-t ain’t never stalling me
i’m born to be the greatest to ever spit it ain’t hard to see, i’m hard to beat
n-ggas inferior to my bodily anatomy, i’ll make you sad to be
i’ll make you mad at me
the last of me ain’t never goin be seen so if you plan to be, the man ahead of me
man that’s a tough one to beat

hold up, peep

recognition the repet-tion as i f-cking re position
read pet-tions, never need a m-th-f-cking intermission
on a mission, got mad precision, always stay fishing
but i don’t wait decisions glisten while i spit over the next edition
no superst-tions but i got ambitions, nuclear fission
we up higher than skyscr-per ceilings
got bad feelings, that probably mean that you ain’t with the biz, spitting fizz because the beat causes a chemical reaction with transactions of hot bars
got the prisons steaming like hot stars, specifically the sun that got you beaming now you dreaming of a way to get out of it
unless you is a pyromaniac and you drown in it, ain’t no doubt about it
just popping out like an offspring, offering a-s-s beatings to you poor things
storming through your whole city like katrina
double 0-5 add two more digits now you feeling the bond
get on my wave b-tch you stuck in a pond, playing with swan
don, getting the green of ya lawn
i’m playing with p-wns
just k!ll another beat and i’m gone ah

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