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letra de ots freestlye - marcosongz

[intro: marcosongz]
ayy man
nhl for life, man
find out that b-tch in me
you already know it is my
gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
f-ck, it’s [?]
alright, alright
ayy, ayy, ayy
(ay yo [?] made)

[verse 1: marcosongz]
i’m on his face like some make up (oh-oh)
i was broke, now i’m up, got my cake up (cake)
in the back of a bank, gettin’ a face up (face)
this a life that i live, i can’t make up (ah)
‘cause my other b-tch callin’ ion owe apologies (ah)
i’m sorry b-tch we gon’ break up(ah, ah, woah)
n-ggas they dissin’ on me, i ain’t mad
i know a lotta n-ggas, they hate up
check this ass, got him dead wit’ the laser (laser)
must be drunk if you think i’ma chase her (b-tch)
clip full of that lid, i erase him
kidnap him, put his head in the bas-m-nt
keep g’s whеn we just like a mason
keep a hunnid wit’ ‘em, n-ggas, bеn franklin (boom, boom)
i ain’t gotta run no more
call mosey, sauve and cisco, they will chase em
[verse 2: lil mosey]
yeah, oh
stockin’ in, i got a chop (chop)
n-ggas they hatin’ they talkin’ a lot (c’mon)
flyin’ around with a stick in the box (boom)
twenty-three b-tches, and all of them thots (yeah)
i hit her up like a back in (b-tch)
needed in full, f-ck a backend (yeah)
my n-gga locked up had to eat, swear
but i paid his bail like you see, i got dumb bread (oh)

[verse 3: ciscogocrazy & lil mosey]
i’m totin’ a yeet, you know it’s a glockie (b-tch)
told her, “come over and give me some sloppy” (yeah)
my spanish hoes, all call me papi (uhh-uh)
stackin’ this bread, you know its a hobby (hobby)
broke that b-tch back, right in the lobby (i did)
why was she bad? she looked like a barbie (c’mon)
poured up some lean, look like a zombie
f-ck her and kick her you know i’m not sorry (oh, oh)

[verse 4: sauve]
i’m in j-pan, sippin’ on sake
she wit’ the whole gang, no bukkake
hope i make a n-gga dance, jabawaki
i keep a stick on me like i’m huntin’
put his car like poker, feel like the joker
these n-ggas just a persona
get his ass, like his ass in tacoma
put a chop, they gon’ spread like corona
want the smoke, like a stoner
this game over, turn trust out to a donor
b-tch want me to choke her like i’m homer
at the top of the hill like i’m jonah
cop me a benz, cop me a bentley
but i jus’ roll me a rover (uh)
chew on my d-ck, roller coaster (uh)
you in a hole like a gopher (uh)
b-tch
[verse 5: marcosongz]
ayy
i do the impossible like him
you can ask about me in the streets
n-ggas hatin’ on me but they wish they was like him
shoot him with four-four but he lean to the right
i’m a gd but them n-ggas like {?}
it ain’t over till i say its over
but its 4 shots on me like a clover
get a pad with some shake i expose him
i told her, “you might that i’m jehovah “
we don’t bake ‘em, but n-gga i roast ‘em
hang his body up, i think he a poster
these n-ggas straight cap or posers
i keep that gun under my arm man
we screamin’ out “f-ck a holster”, uh
just in case, a n-gga get closer
we in this

[verse 6: lil mosey]
i’m the most hated, this sh-t never stop, yeah (it don’t)
i gettin’ money a lot (c’mo)
cleanin’ a beat like a mop, yeah (mop)
runnin’ yo crib, no i’m not (boom, boom)
i’m in this b-tch like a louis (louis)
rest in peace kari and [?]
i came from a time, where this sh-t always gloomy (uh-uh)
you the type of n-gga gon’ sue me (oh, b-tch)
look at my diamonds, they cold (yeah)
it’s just me and my n-ggas and poles (poles)
you not blamin’ no more you tote (you tote)
that b-tch she bad, freak hoe (lil’ b-tch)
don’t gotta worry, i’m rich (ooh)
but a n-gga still hit some l!cks (some l!cks)
whole lotta bands on my wrist (yeah)
and i ballin’ like the new york knicks (ayy, uh)
[verse 7: ciscogocrazy and lil mosey]
smokin’ on g all packed on the wood (gas)
run up on me, go lay where you stood (prraah)
you see i can’t, but i think i should (i should)
you say i won’t, but you know i would (i would)
would you want a winner? come f-ck wit’ the team (uh-huh)
glock ’26 and it came wit’ a beam (yeah)
i’m reachin’ the guts, i’m makin’ a cream
all of a movie, it seemed like a dream
got twenty hoes, the off the coke
n-ggas want static, it’s up it’s smoke (uh)
i’m doin’ my duggy, she takin’ the d-ck (duggy)
b-tch you got one up, i’m tappin’ the stick (he do)
new foreign b-tch, and you know she thick (ooh)
if she ain’t sucking d-ck, so she get the kick (kick)
rollie my wrist, she know that sh-t froze
shooters my team, they lookin’ like pros (pros)

[verse 8: sauve]
my phone on do not disturb
f-ck that b-tch, then i kick to the curb
me and my bro like phineas and ferb
on a bougie, say eighty for the burn
ain’t got no time for a girl
she swallows my kids like its nerds
new b-tch startin’ to get on my nerves
sip the lean off a perc, i’ma curve
told ‘em n-ggas that it’s you that serve
in the feeling, yeah, this my turn
lil’ n-gga you not bout that {?}
this choppa gon’ eat like desert
get the whip, drive it, skrrt-skrrt
keep talkin’ ‘bout this and the dirt
put this d-ck in your b-tch, she a flirt
this 45 gon’ burn like a perc

- marcosongz

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