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letra de lil wop - marrgielaa

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[intro: marrgielaa]

broke n-gga, he so lame
i’m finna blow up, like ukraine
on the block, boy i be with the gang
off of the xan, boy i go insane

see 12, i’m running away
hop out that whip n-gga, broad day
if it’s on sight, n-ggas getting sprayed
i see 12 on the freeway

if i see 12, then i do the dash
i’m not kobe, i don’t crash
quit tryna be me, cause you ass
f-ck school n-gga, f-ck the class
i said f-ck school, f-ck the test
smoking a opp, feel it in my chest
trap everyday, i ain’t gettin’ no rest
i’m off the perc, now i can’t stress

facetime, you ain’t gettin’ no text
walk down on em’, hit em’ with the tec
watch i flex, on my ex
[?]

c12, hop out the whip
f-ckin’ yo b-tch, then i dip
i caught a opp n-gga, now it’s r.i.p
i’m off the xan n-gga, i don’t sip

i’m off the xan, i’m off thе wock
b-tch i’m a real n-gga like rock
what you gon’ do when you see that glock
f-ckin’ yo b-tch, and shе gave me top

i got the pump on me, don’t get knocked
i put the percs all in my sock
hop on the beat, i ain’t make it rock
n-ggas be fa–ots, lil wop, aye

[verse 2: smokingskul]
n-ggas be fa–ots, lil wop
i turn a n-gga sh-t to a crop-top
i got on cartiers like i’m doc ock
all red tracksuit, lil droptop

stop stealing my flow
feel like spiritual so
that n-gga think he a model, then this glock finna make him pose, aye
these n-ggas be rapists, lil mosey

i’m in chicago, like derozan
throw his body into the ocean
black plug, need some lotion

tall ass plug look like tdf
i gotta white plug, he make edm
he said he gon’ rob me, comedian
these n-ggas switch, just like they chameleons

[verse 3: 1oneam]

ha, i got a gl!ck, he not safe
[?]
f-ckin’ ya hoe, i do not chase

[?], put in your face
[?], i don’t do sh-t
hop in that b-tch, with a full clip
n-ggas they weird, n-ggas they simp
i’m f-ckin’ yo hoe with a [?] on my fit
n-ggas my sons, [?]
lit his ass up, he is a b-tch
p-ssy ass n-gga, he ain’t do sh-t

if it ain’t bout’ bread, [?]
hop out the [?], [?]
[?]
[?]

[verse 4: okaymar]

these boys be fa–ots, lil wop
i’m f-ckin’ yo hoe and she got wap
i’m waitin’ on martin, bring the guap
off the drugs, boy i’m moving like qwop

i’m juggin’ ya [?], boy you juggin’ [?]
suckin’ my d-ck, oh my god
blow on my d-ck, and it’s f-ckin’ hot
switch on the glock, it’s a f-ckin’ [?]

i got 2 b-tches, and they all broads
thinkin’ i’m sweet, imma up the rod
i’m off this drank, b-tch i’m finna knock
you thinkin’ you him, boy you really not

your b-tch is a thottie, call you will
if i see the cops, then i’m finna peel
i call up marrgielaa, finna pop a pill
he don’t want no smoke, that boy ain’t for real

- marrgielaa

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