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letra de fed up - marleek

marleek-fed up
new day new stress new problems
one day when i hear that i got up and left from young it was cold bread
07 i stabbed my dad in the arm but i aimed for his neck
i had to seek revenge for stuff dat je left in mine and my brother’s head and i’ve done smashed up my stepdad numerous times
i got them both bagged on numerous domestic crimes
in front of my eyes i’m a anti social guy very off key bypolar i’m really not alright
and of you out me in a room with no tools with half of these bad boy guys i bet you i do just finе win or lose let’s take off tops lеt’s have it out and fight you really see bruddas hearts when they locked inside just him and i but you was going extra ham online i got bruddas in ot going extra ham on my lines and i’ve gone and got me a new groupie that likes roadmen put that d-ck in and go extra ham inside she likes that shotter type to her you do what you like i said to her you do what you like i got chicks in derby , london,ess-x,so i really ain’t stressing about no s-x b-tch your moving pathetic said she can’t f-ck tonight she’s on her red she’s red flagging you know you can’t no cribs if your not bangin get it no cribs if you ain’t bangin i don’t wanna hear no naggin west london gyal known for suckin she l!cks dem b-lls she’s good at tonguing magnificent she knows i’m a innocent and she knows i love it she pulls trousers down shiny metal through out on my d-ck ??? she knows i’m f-ckin i said baby there’s no way in earth i’m coming to your man without my blade i know them yutes scheme on me they probably want my chain yeah they probably want my f-ckin chains dem bruddas probably want my chains dem bruddas probably want my chains this lifestyle s mad this lifestyle s insane i just wanna rest and put my leg up i got a next chick ringin me tellin me how she’s red up i said it’s not mine b-tch how many other brothers have you f-cked with their bread up you only ficked me cos i smell good in this cologne and i’ve got my bread up i need to stop sliding these dirty girls man i’m fed up i just wanna fly around the world eat some jollof i’ve always been loyal to the code officer again askin me aid i know had to scratch my head look at him twice like i would ever switch on the guys the feds had the boy in the corner thinking i’m dizzy uno like i would ever snitch on the enemies let alone my co da amd bros where i’m from that’s a nono you just dont talk to the popo my mother told me that growing up in my f-ckin household you dirty bruddas you just don’t talk to the popo and i know why why i broke these bruddas up truth hurts i’m c-cky i know but i did what s hard in dem trap yards picking off armpits and smelly toes celetape on the cellular phone in sharens house cos i’m selling them both i was out dere in a nike tracky while you was flossing in dem clothes that you really couldn’t afford of course you’ve been doing that since ed hardy you drink and party i drink but i really don’t party i just stack my dough and i can afford these clothes cah i’m in just cavalli i mean literally just cavalli from head to toe oh lord it’s so intense the mcm bags that i’ve got that’s your rent can’t stop making new music new songs over and over again new video over and over again and i know the haters want me to stop but i’m in their face again your mum and your dad must be p-ssed you and your brother ain’t on sh-t some wasteful men for silly crimes they sit in pen and when they come out their screaming all gassed my brothers are home my go getters are back on road bro how the f-ck were they go getters when they was never getting that dough that broad image how are they on bruddas and everytime they got chains on your looking very naked in them pictures no h0m- but i’m quite sure if they was your real friends you wouldn’t be looking so broke in that photo ?? blame it on the web of records i’m on my own d-ck yo own movement my own remote and i don’t switch friends i control my own program without a remote just a phone and some dirty change in my coat but it’s a few pills if i feel a upgrade and then changing my clothes moncler you know that brudda see me stunting again and he couldn’t cope like he had shattered glass in his eyes and cotton wool in his throat it’s not my fault that your black broke get off your ass and make some dough get on the roads

- marleek

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