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letra de street talk - marlo

who made this beat
twysted g*nius baby

[verse 1]
for these bricks i get in my bag quicker that’s for them times we ain’t had n-gga
i had to ride to the car, yeah yeah
and she gon’ f-ck a n-gga straight out the car, get you some supercar
and i been in the booth straight spitting bars, these hoes be stupid (?)
b-tch i’m a superstar, who knew i’d come this far
and i really come straight out the dirt, the mud, the crunky junk (the bricks), yeah
big dog on my side, you capping the work i serve you
ain’t playing with my money, you know the k!llers come out the (?) (ain’t playin’ n-gga)
pop (?) to the moon, how the f-ck these n-ggas get rich and they (?)
why the f-ck you called that b-tch, she smashed the crew
b-tch i’m a dog on all these hoes, i smashed them too

[chorus]
i’m goin’ through some things, this sh-t been having my brain (?)
and these n-ggas d-ck riding on n-ggas, i’m tryinna stack these figures, i been
hangin’ with my n-ggas we come from rags to riches, f-cking the baddest b-tches, my n-gga put a glizzy in a casket witchya, yeah yeah
cj, n-gga you wondering
and why i dropped down to my knees, start crying when i heard you the victim (f-ck)
and i hit the block every night, thinkin’, sh-t, god, take me with him (take me)
and i know my life just like a movie, sh-t be a motion picture
[verse 2]
yeah, some of my partners like brothers, n-ggas bene right there with me
having these shootouts, after shootouts poppin’ these twin glizzies (brrt)
i can’t even lie, got in my feelings, say you don’t get the bag n-gga
(?)
and long live shady yeah, rest in peace my baby yeah
riri you my baby girl, wish a n-gga can give you the world (my baby)
they gave earl (?) five and he ain’t even catch a murder (free earl)
flippin’ these pigeons, in the kitchen, we hit the block and we work it
we them n-ggas that (?), but i know you heard about us
the only time my n-gga watched the news is when he done dropped a body
gotta keep it cool with all my opps, these n-ggas are foe to the cops
(?)

[outro]
i been, hangin’ with my n-ggas we come from rags to riches, f-cking the baddest b-tches, my n-gga put a glizzy in a casket witchya
hangin’ with my n-ggas we come from rags to riches

- marlo

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