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letra de 1st n 3rd - marlo

[intro: future]
dy krazy
man, this sound like the 1st and 3rd sh-t
d. hill

[pre-chorus: future]
yeah, finessin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ and trappin’
‘nessin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ (let’s go)
finessin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ (what we doing?)
finessin’ and trappin’, yeah
finessin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ and trappin’
finessin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ and trappin’
finessin’ and trappin’, yeah
finessin’ and trappin’, woah

[chorus: future]
drinkin’ on lean by the four (woah)
anywhere i go, i glow (woah)
first and the third in row (woah)
junkies, they beatin’ down the door (woo)
thumb through that check when i count up that check like i’m [?], i’m breakin’ the bank
servin’ the fish, they be draining your nose
trappin’ and rappin’ and droppin’ off loads

[verse 1: future]
secret department, it’s stacked with the pole
step in designer, this [?]
trappin’ these b-tches for hong kong
makin’ my digits, i’m long gone
picture them chickens like [?]
get on that thot, she say bravo
serve at the spot, don’t get nacho
turbo, i smash it on popo
ain’t no tail on the maybach, the fish bowl
movin’ narcotics with pink toes
had to go buy me a mink coat
cook up a key and whip up a key, ain’t talkin’ piano
pray for the streets, got on my feet and hopped in the lambo
i had a plug before i got a buzz, i bought me a bando
i’m on the drugs and i’m on that mud, i count on two hundo
f-ck all them dubs, ain’t no one to trust, you gotta let your gun go
i told you, mom, she gon’ pop sh-t for lil’ marlo
blah, blah, ya

[pre-chorus: future & marlo]
yeah, finessin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ and trappin’
‘nessin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ (let’s go)
finessin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ (what we doing?)
finessin’ and trappin’ (lil marlo), yeah
finessin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ and trappin’
finessin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ and trappin’
finessin’ and trappin’, yeah
finessin’ and trappin’, woah

[chorus: future & marlo]
drinkin’ on lean by the four (yeah)
anywhere i go, i glow (yeah, yeah)three point five for the low (woo)
junkies, they beatin’ down the door (woo)
thumb through that check when i count up that check like i’m [?], i’m breakin’ the bank (ayy)
servin’ the fish, they be draining your nose
trappin’ and reppin’ and droppin’ off loads

[verse 2: marlo]
first and third, we rollin’, i jump in the deuce and i make that sh-t jump to a four, n-gga
i get these b-tches for low, out in lil’ mexico, [?] comin’ straight off the border
and i’m stackin’ this bricks, i been servin’ the [?]
got me whippin’ and workin’, i’m cookin’ that order
ain’t know that was a dub, but i hit it once, sike
f-cked her for brunch and lunch
plug sent a thousand, better give it a month
i don’t want the fish scale, give me that dope
8 years old, i trappin’ out the porch, by the time i was 10, i learned me the ropes
12 years old, i’m the [?] goat
14, i was f-ckin’ on a grown up ho
when i come to your place, gotta know i’m on go
and i only use the stove when i’m whippin’ that dope
got a free [?]
i send a g, hit the rock to the face
and i bought me a 9 with the 9 with the [?]
young n-gga movin’ that dope, uh
i’m rockin’ all white like i’m a pope
still a young n-gga, but i give you some hope (young)

[verse 3: lil baby]
lamborghini, baby i’m turnt
i don’t want a b-tch, she burnt
i was gettin’ money back then, ask whoever
million dollar spots, on god, i had several
now i’m booked up, you can check my schedule
swear i ain’t regular, two hunnid racks for these shows
i used to package the bow
he get finessed if he go
up in the scr-p if he don’t
first and the third every day on my phone
we put them [?] on
run through the 6 with this sh-t
i took a risk to get rich
me and marlo on the highway
he go his way, i go my way
you can smell it from the driveway
f-ck the neighbors, they can call ’em
hope my country boy get all ’em
we ride the traffic tomorrow
get a condo for the guala
it ain’t impossible, i used to drive an impala
still riding ’round with that choppa
that’s how i gotta be, i don’t see n0body stoppin’ me
i’m in the pent, ain’t n0body on top of me
still in the hood, i feel like it’s a part of me
i ran it up, i made it out of poverty
is you proud of me?

- marlo

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