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letra de early retirement - marc vinyls

[chorus]
put yo’, put yo’, put yo’ hands up
get yo’ drink in yo’ cup
you, you can call up all your homies ’cause it’s time to live it up
we the baddest in this b-tch, all yo’ friends know w-ssup
we, we gon’ do this all night til the sun is coming up (coming up)

[verse 1 (marc vinyls)]
money goin’ up, got a polo robe
wait -waiting for the day for a sold-out show
weak mcs better fix that flow
i’m the best in the state and they still don’t know
b-tthurt b-tches better let that go
mellow out now understood your role
no sushi, flow gucci fit me loosely, bros and groupies
we -we kick stu’ late night, there’s word to a roomy
show you some fun that you never seen
fr-fresh like that evergreen
i roll with the better team
on the spotlight in every scene

[verse 2 (gallo)]
we, we gon’ do this all night til the sun is coming up (coming up)
still the same man, got a game plan
big gold, ain’t tryna get a spray tan
an’ got cream now
we the future of the new world seen now
name getting double d now
big sh-t, young boss
just 5’6″ but get dunked on
way far gone, i got cut off
always winning never had to feel a tough loss
early retirement
bring that heat, need the firemen
got that tgl b-mping from australia to ireland (woo)
i ain’t tired of rhyming
sh-t i could do this forever
swipe that visa like tindr
ain’t skipped a cl-ss all semester
let’s get it

[verse 3 (yung $.k.r.a.p)]
i don’t f-ck with this n-gg-
with them all stars, the world r-r’s
hol up, f-ck a rolly, we dem aldemars
used to ride in them spokes, n-gg- all dem cars
n-gg- ballin’ hard
got all dem bras
hooking on her walls
grilled beat like hulk
getting bounced outta bars, telling them get lost
sauce with that ovama, hit that broad
marco, yeah polo, that’s my dawg
left her hanging like the gallo ’cause it take too long
what’s in that bong, yung $.k.r.a.p. get gone
walk us out, can’t do no wrong
i’m too chill, get the crew real
this the new feel, split like a blue pill
tired of chilling with a few mill
that b-tch on a house with a new hill

[outro]
put yo’ hands up
get yo’ drink in yo’ cup
you, you can call up all your homies ’cause it’s time to live it up
we the baddest in this b-tch, all yo’ friends know w-ssup
we, we gon’ do this all night til the sun is coming up (coming up)

- marc vinyls

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