letra de 10 dayz freestyle - marco plus
[intro]
you recordin’?
yeah, freestyle
i just felt like goin’ off the top
f-ck n-gga
ay
[verse 1]
i’ll pimp slap a n-gga with my ring on
brodie [?] i’m mackin’ b-tches with my mink on
lil’ hoe i showed you right, i’m after digits like my ringtone
low down dirty shame, my bro ridin’ and he known to bang
[?] but n-gga’s missin’ with no remains
my partna’ was robbin while i was in school readin’ books
while he was out flockin’ on fools
his best friends told on him, now he don’t rock with ’em dudes
he walk with a tool, just in case he spot one of the two
young n-gga g-ngb-ngin’
and it don’t matter how many times his granny take him to church
the n-gga ain’t changin’
f-cked up the [?], the n-gga ‘caine slangin’
can’t wait for a job to call him back because the n-gga ain’t patient
now hе gettin’ dough, and all he thinkin’ bout is gettin’ mo’
just might kick it though, causе his momma still p-ssy po’
get a strap to get a stack, that’s just the ritual
you n-ggas know, and you b-tches know
i have yet to see somebody get k!lled
but i have seen someone get dumb high with the [krills?]
or eat a lot of shrooms, get dumb high and in they feels
or pop a lot of molly then jump high in the fields
sometimes get real, and we gotta escape
like i don’t feel like cryin’ today so i’m drinkin’ vodka straight
’cause life a b-tch and she tryna make the condom break
i’m kinda baked, tryin’ to find out why my mind this way
[chorus]
uh, ok, 10 days, i been on the road tryna get cake
switch states, i’ve been on the go, tryna get paid
but i get cake, i can’t love a hoe cause that b-tch fake
got b-tch traits so i can’t f-ck with bro cause he sl!ck snake
[verse 2]
that sh-t weird, i can’t rock with dog he a big queer
got [?] here, i been pourin’ raw, i can’t sip beer
i can’t sit still, i was rollin’ off a big pill
lil’ shawty sh-t real, i got my pole know i can’t get k!lled
gotta [?] from the south, so you know i been trill
and my chick real, in her mouth cause i’m a big deal
ride on big wheels, the car stop, the tires spill still
i’m burnin’ rubber on nerds and suckas’, ya heard [?]
dirty buzzards tryna eat off my wave, gotta keep ’em away
a lot of people are fake, but i can peep it all
n-gga i see a flaw, in hd and all
you play with me you might not see tomorrow
n-gga speak to god
[chorus]
uh, ok, 10 days, i been on the road tryna get cake (uh, ok, make money, make money)
switch states, i’ve been on the go, tryna get paid (ok, take money, take money money money)
but i get cake, i can’t love a hoe cause that b-tch fake (make money, make money money money, uh)
you got b-tch traits so i can’t f-ck with bro cause you sl!ck fake (uh, b-tch)
[outro]
hahaha
you f-ckin’ b-tch
marco plus
backseat!
know how the f-ck we rockin’
yeah
let me hear that
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