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letra de b.i.t.h.d.j.f.h.l. - marqus clae

[interlude]
hey, how long the gps say bro
say we-
why the f-ck ain’t n0body outside?
i think i see somebody comin’ out the door
slow down, slow down, slow down, cut your lights off, n-gga
alright
yeah, that’s them b-tch ass n-ggas right there
pull up, pull up
pull up, n-gga, pull up and roll the window down
ayo!
what’s the business, boi?
ho ass n-gga
[intro]
oh sh-t (wow)
this that sh-t (oh, my f-ckin’ god)
turn this sh-t up (wow)
you funky dog head

[verse 1]
b-tch, you ain’t really like what you think you is
why these n-ggas always on the same old sh-t?
pull up with the gold bbs like mitch
i got the key to the city like nip
what the f-ck do you mean? i’m in love with the cream, yeah
got a bad ass b-tch and her ass so thick that it stuff up her jeans, yeah
i live a life that you see on a tv screen
i need my money in all blues like bb king, vvs bling
bright as b-tch, high as a cliff
shut the f-ck up when your highness is near
where all the lighters inhere, i need it on fire in here, the vibe is in here (hmm, hmm, hmm)
i got the game in a motherf-ckin’ lock
my time is now, give a f-ck ’bout a clock
i got the motherf-ckin’, hmm, ah
don’t even know what to say, i’m too hot (woo)
sh-t, pull up and hop out and fl!ck off the cops, get off my c-ck
pressure cookin’ p-ssy n-ggas and opps
make a n-gga go and dig up a lot, godd-mn
her p-ssy so wet when i f-ck she be makin’ my socks damp
i need the millions and billions and trillions and zillions, run me the motherf-ckin’ mula, okay
please, don’t make me do this, okay, you don’t wanna lose your medulla today
[bridge]
here lies (no) a dumbass n-gga (oh no)
who thought he could withstand (no) the power of a man (h-ll no)
ah, but no

[verse 2]
never got it ’til they get it
stoned cold k!ller for the digits
you switched sides on your benedict arnold
you start, i’ma finish it pr-nto
in a condo with a pretty b-tch shakin’ ass by the front door
her sh-t bounce like a bongo
this sh-t sound like a full breed bronco
good dope on the way up your nose
i ain’t never had that much but i made it enough i evaded the cages and cuffs, mm
you n-ggas couldn’t pay me to bluff, clae j. fox, i was raised as a wolf
p-ssin’ off the opinionated b-tches, fl!ckin’ major switches
this is the matrix, i’m shaded by the lenses, i painted the forensics
i’m back in my back like a backpack on back, that’s my back
i preach game like a pastor that rap
n-ggas is funny, my bad if i laugh
pick up the money, i left half in the sash
school of hard knocks, i mastered the class
grade a clae with the mj stats
let me slow it down for the illiterate n-ggas who brain can’t adapt
okay, just got back from a flight, i’m high
he say he ’bout that life, he lied
if you really ’bout it, be quiet (don’t speak on it)
just turn that sh-t up when it’s time
you know me, i be coolin’, i’m vibin’
i don’t f-ck with these n-ggas, i’m sorry
runnin’ plays like madden, i blitz it
my b-tch got a brazilian b-tt lift
[outro]
as you could see
at the end of the, at the end of the road
i’m gon’ be there
a n-gga like me gon’ be there
oh d-mn, we done k!lled the wrong n-gga

- marqus clae

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