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letra de martian - +bless+ (ms)

[intro]
(ayy, geo got the bands, huh?)

[chorus]
i went to another planet, i’m a martian
got this ho down on her knees, she gon’ worship
b-tch, i just took an x, i feel like carson
that boy +bless+, he so d-mn hot, he just did arson

[verse 1]
i rock that dark shadow and i’m rockin’ raf
i got the feta cheese in my pocket, kraft
say he better than the +bless+ boy, i just laugh
i’m havin’ way more money than you, go do the math
yeah, said he got some b-tches, but i already had those
i’ma wear that ricky, rock that dark shadow
what the f-ck is wrong, lil’ b-tch? why you so mad, ho?
only thing i ever needed was the money and the drugs and the f-ckin’ bad hoes
and the one thing i find funny is i’m goin’ up and you ain’t gon’ last though
poppin’ on the yеrk, this sh-t my remedy
i’ma just pop on this sh-t, i ain’t pop no amphetaminе
they can never be +bless+, yeah, they always just been less than me
and my trigger finger itchin’, lil’ b-tch, i’m ready to let it squeeze

[chorus]
i went to another planet, i’m a martian
got this ho down on her knees, she gon’ worship
b-tch, i just took an x, i feel like carson
that boy +bless+, he so d-mn hot, he just did arson
[verse 2]
gotta go all in, can’t go partially
feel like uzi pluto, got that money on me
i just scammed a rapper with some parsley
they like “+bless+, you ever chill?” i just told ’em “hardly”
me and my bros pull up in h-llcats, look like a car meet
i ran outta lean and i got cranky
born and raised up in the south, there ain’t no yanky
she gon’ drink up on this nut, yeah, she gon’ drain me
i been smokin’ og kush and that sh-t stanky
how yo’ money so d-mn slim? that sh-t be slanky
money new, money old, some of it be ancient
yeah, i take every shot they send in here, yeah, i just tank it
i ain’t never hit no backboard, pull up, shoot it, then i bank it
makin’ that money, then rakin’ it
spend it all day, i’ma make it again
all of that bullsh-t, i’m takin’ it
another rapper exposed (yeah)
woah, already knew that i was supposed to win
way too toxic, f-ck that b-tch, and then i post her friend
every day i’m partyin’, i’m hostin’ it, yeah
feelin’ like i’m yachty, glock up in my holster, yeah

[outro]
(ayy, geo got the bands, huh?)

- bless ms

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