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letra de mw3 - bumps inf

[verse 1: bumps inf]
who is mark james?
i used to be violent and pure aggressive
mic was a murder weapon
now i prefer to bless ’em with a life and a certain message
that’ll tell them that jesus movin’ mountains with faith (faith)
ain’t no telekinesis
so, ask when i lead in faith
homie, h-ll when it freezes (oh)
gotta mission and i’m on it (yeah)
seven years i be happy, if could finish the laundry
i am not complainin’, my music’s poppin’, ain’t it?
nah, i’m playin’ (yeah)
my stock has been droppin’ with the music
but i know my god is famous (hey-yo)
even if i’m broke and i’m way behind on a lot of payments (yeah)
every day i’m prayin’, that situations do not be changin’
when i get gettin’ tempted to start complainin’
i’mma stop and thank him (yeah)
like you better get behind me satan
i’m still givin’ god the praises (ah-oh)
but i ain’t worried ’bout blowin’ up like an eighties baby (yeah, yeah)
i may be crazy and medicated for adhd
and what’s amazing is i remember the day he saved me (yeah, yeah)
the sun is shine, when the sky is grey like that macy lady (haha)
so, if ya’ll finished ’til your done (yeah)
my god doesn’t mess around like triple birdie your par one
he’s bar none, i’m charged up, this all fun (yeah, yeah)
i’m finna drop these a long walk bars, son
shock value, how you like it?
that drink that i just handed you, i spiked it (haha)
i’m only kidding, i’m the nicest
and not because my bars, i was regarding my politeness (like this)
clearly, this young man is insane, but never mind, huh
kinda like i wasn’t born with a brain
it’s time to switch it up like a kid in a foreign exchange
the flesh is gettin’ put to death like the core in a cave
doa, doa, how you like it, how you like it?
man, this rhymin’ like, this the, tryna get the gang and ya’ll excited
how you thirty-six and still, kinda got a tendency for violence (yeah, yeah)
man, on the resume for age, i always feelin’ undecided (whoo)
never playin’ soft, but my god, he rocks (yeah, yeah)
his name is gettin’ lifted higher, i karate chop
he still workin’ on me, and my kinks are like the body shop (yeah, yeah)
the finished product finna’ be a maserati
watch, stop, bumpy (haha)

- bumps inf

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