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letra de mars - dyor

[intro: dyor]
yeah, yeah, yeah
(alex)

[chorus: dyor]
yeah, yeah, yeah [?] in the backwood, i’m on mars (i’m on mars)
biddy all up on me ’cause i’m drivin’ foreign cars
she sayin’ “dyor i love you so much, yeah you’re a star” (you’re a star)
my bih’ a rockstar but i’m a trapstar (trap)
i just poured another three up of the wockhardt
i just poured another three up of the wockhardt
i just balled up on this b-tch like i’m a point guard
i be movin’ all this work without a punch card
yeah, all this f-cking money, its all blue (its all blue)
yeah, all this f-cking money permanent like a tattoo (like a tattoo)
where the f-ck my plaques at? oh sh-t they on route (they on routе)
i don’t need a hand out, f-ck you (you)
dirty juice got me feelin’ like i’m up on mars
this no falsе lil watch b-tch, this an audemar
claiming that they trappers but they ain’t even got cars
b-tch you ain’t a trapstar, boy you is a poser
all these n-ggas fake smile, that’s ’cause they is some jokers
feeling just like i got high when i’m ridin’ with this poker
amp the gang, we be slidin’; we some toters
i can’t feel the pain ’cause i’m never sober
[bridge: izaya tiji]
yeah, we don’t say nun’, go to mars
we don’t say nun’, go to mars
we don’t say nun’, go to mars
uh, uh, uh
we don’t say nun’, go to mars
we don’t say nun’, go to– (yuh)

[verse 2: izaya tiji]
came in on a different level
top floor, he don’t fit this level
i remember i had a dream i [?] (oh)
remember a lot of these n-ggas they ride with missiles
i’m finna f-ck his b-tch, boy get that tissue
i’m tryna f-ck yo’ b-tch, just to test you
we put the forgiato’s on them legs to
i want a patek, wit’ diamonds and ambers and rubies
i’m insecure, i need a ak in the limousine
i’m finna flirt, then do my thing, yeah you know what i mean
i think she cheatin’ on him just to pay his bills but that’s none of my buisness
i don’t know how much i spent but that’s [?]
i went deep in thought, yeah that’s where my head is
amiri jeans with the percs [?]
most of this sh-t you can’t catch on no camera
i got my blue jeans wit’ a b-tch out and my .16
[outro]
yeah-uh, eh-uh, eh
eh-he, yeah-uh, yeah

- dyor

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