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letra de evil anthem - marrgielaa

uh
f-ck dat n-gga
b-tch
stupid ah n-gga
annoyin ah b-tch (on god)
the f-ck
lil b-tch

(marrgielaa)
brand new bag im winnin
big ar jus to put it in it
real trap music n-gga ian singin
my diamonds ice n-gga yeah they blingin
ian a nice n-gga b-tch im sinnin
that b-tch is a nat why is u defendin
if i catch a rat n-gga ima end him (ong, b-tch)
the dot on his face like the end of a sentence
back door n-gga the f-ck is an entrance
(ight f-ck it im not gon relax no more f-ck dat sh-t)
k!ll yo baby n this sh-t gettin tragic
glock on me turn a n-gga to past tense
trap b-tch say she lovin my accent
glock make him disappear like magic
reappear jus so i can re-slap him
k!ll his mama den that n-gga start laughin
real n-gga b-tch im not wit da actin
sip drank cuz that sh-t is relaxin
off a perc and it feel like im laggin
gun down if i heard that he flaggin
want a feat? wеll n-gga im taxin
if i want yo b-tch den ima have it
ar and dis sh-t automatic
k!ll his daughter say i dont know what happеn b-tch
f-ck that (on god)

(slump6s)
gang
street n-gga man im outa the juvie
tie that n-gga like a mf bubble
in da game man i dont needa huddle
(wait wait wait lemme redo it, b-tch)
glock hit him make that lil n-gga stumble
2 straps ian talkin a couple
big bag and i make that sh-t double
(alright lemme t up fr, gang)
we poppin him like a oxy
u got a man but i know that he not me
im at the top and ain’t no one can top me
she at my crib and she tryin to top me
i needa bag, asap no rocky
i know he mad why he ain’t shot me? (shoot me)
f-ck, im always messin it up
n-gga talk down then we sendin him up
told me come over she setting me up
i know u hurt but i dont give a f-ck
my n-ggas scorin that sh-t like a puck
4 leaf clover boy u outta luck
he say its up den we sendin him down
wet him up den we lettin him drown
skinny n-gga but im movin da pounds
rich n-gga im tha talk of tha town

- marrgielaa

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