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letra de ouat in mke - lil l.a. marz

lil l.a. marz – ouat in mke
lyrics

verse:
long time ago, i mean long ago, like me 1 years old
nah dats too far, don’t remember sh-t, up dat wit more control
ok 5, i had me a scooter, don’t remember bikes
awh dat was 6, and wit a computer, thought dat sh-t was nice
remember crib, 4917, on north hunnit fifth
dats where i lived, close by silver springs, all day same no diff
but it’s on hampton, you hear n-ggas slammin’, backseat be on flip
dey shoot like canon, no not talkin’ nick, b-tch i’m talmbout fl!cks
dat’s a camera, she on dat a lot, know dat b-tch name sandra
white like dandruff, she ripped off her top, tits built like a panda
“she 16?, how you f-ck wit dat?” n-gga be a creep
gave her a bean, he tore up her ass, said don’t say a thing
sh-t i’m off topic, lost track on da story, find it like it’s dory
awh yeah wait, think i got it back, cuz i left off gory
ight bet, i remember school, thought dat it was coo
no i didn’t, dat ain’t f-ckin’ true, i was tryna bool
it was 4th grade, had my first fight, thought dat i was tuff
sh-t dats a cap, i was sheddin’ tears, all for talkin’ tongue
catch me outside, after f-ckin’ lunch, recess imma bust
finished fast, got me h-lla numb, sh-t was f-ckin’ dumb
rockin’ cornrows better than da field, dey thought it was ill
can’t lie bout pain, sh-t hurt like a b-tch, it’s in there like a drill
up in fifth, or i think da sixth, prolly both, ok?
i’m talkin’ grades, sh-t don’t even matter, barely passed wit a’s
i know 6th grade, back of both my hands, even know da date
of when i came, but i do regret, for dat u gotta wait
on a monday, october 22nd, 2012
since dat day, started carin’ for more sh-t for myself
now i’m 12, stole my teacher watch, kept it for a week
in my bag, chillin’ at da bottom, thought dat sh-t was geeked
i’m in my room, sister asked for it, said, “found it on da street”
caught wit da opps, dat cop name was suzy, mom called me a thief
now a freshie, big 14 like trippie, grew up h-lla petty
i’m a magnet, trappin’ all hoes, dey thought i was s-xy
wasn’t much, mostly snow bunnies, wanted me sum caramel
‘course da chocolate, need dat ass on large, not no lil ass marbles
junior year, got head from a thot, it was during lunch
on new year’s day, in a f-ckin’ class, no one there to bug
asked, “wanna f-ck?”, i said, “f-ckin’ nah”, nope forgot da sock
she disappointed, didn’t give a f-ck, b-tch swallowed a quad
senior year, highlight of da sh-t, still don’t f-ck wit it
meant da school, ‘member l regret i came, so this is it
school name whitnall, had a lotta sh-t, now it’s renamed sh-tnall
i’m for real, racist as a b-tch and lamer den a kindle
broke as f-ck, can’t afford nuff busses, all dem be 3 seated
sh-t be weird, n-ggas h-lla g-y for always screamin’, “p-n-s”
on da south, i wan innidat, cuz i’m from da north
shut yo mouth, talmbout i’m from greenfield, dat ain’t where i’m born
414, b-tch i’m from milwaukee, we bout all da force
not da jets, not da f-ckin’ shoes, f-cked hard like it’s p-rn
n-gga pause, i ain’t gon resume til dat bro out da door
back to bidness, 1300 get to cleanin’ like sum chores
no it ain’t g-y, if you talkin’ mops, on custodian
shoot at yo top, turned you to a whale, it’s dat mobey d-ck
got em blind, wit da f-ckin’ gleam, no he don’t see sh-t
no not props, yes it shoot you pale, choppa sing like chris
yeah chris brown, take you outta town, take you down to h-ll
i saw yo mom, turned her f-ckin’ grave, she’s ashamed as well
come to think, ain’t her name mitch-ll, met dat b-tch in jail
f-cked her good, got her soakin’ wet, like wisconsin dells
dats a fact, ain’t no lie right there, on god dat b-tch on splash
no strings attached, issa triple brick, 3x uzi racks
back to da present, b-tch we in da trap, .45 on dat taki
414, once upon a time, welcome to milwaukee
dats da end, hope you learn from dis, which you prolly won’t
but you good, don’t ask me for sh-t, b-tch don’t hit my phone
it’s not to me, if a n-gga k!lled, not my bone to fetch
dat be yo dawg, it’s yo f-ckin’ choice, do you throw or catch

- lil l a marz

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