
letra de how i'm comin - marshallrapper
[intro]
hurt what it do?
turn me up a lil bit, gang
hzrd went crazy on that motherf-cker
[chorus]
and you know how i’m comin’ (yeah)
all these racks i be thumbin’
she started suckin’ my d-ck ’till it cummin’ (yeah)
all these opps i be pluckin’
i took your b-tch and i get to f-ckin’ (yeah)
i don’t do no discussion (nah)
headshot like concussion (boom)
and opps told that we clutchin’
you know how i’m comin’ (yeah)
all these racks i be thumbin’
she started suckin’ my d-ck ’till it cummin’ (yeah)
all these opps i be pluckin’
i took your b-tch and i get to f-ckin’ (yeah)
i don’t do no discussion (nah)
headshot like concussion (boom)
and opps told that we clutchin’, yeah, yeah
[verse]
and boy you’s a b-tch and i know it (and i know it)
keep talkin’ that sh-t on the internet
but won’t pull up to show it, huh (nah)
you know i’m quick to blow it (gang)
dbg, we known to tote it, yeah
all the big talk is bogus
drop an opp, and the cops? (what?)
yeah, well they will not notice (yeah)
but i can’t let the opps get the best of me (nah)
opps watch your ass like a f-ckin’ flea
i got your b-tch tryna f-ck on me
she be like “mar$hall please” (huh?)
i’m catchin’ these charges, i pay the fee (yeah)
catch the opps again and they f-ckin’ freeze, huh
i do this sh-t with a f-ckin’ breeze
and my bars are so sick, like a d-mn disease, gang
[interlude: mar$hall & dwyatt]
d-mn mar$hall, you gotta quit smokin’ that nugget pack
your breath smell like i d-mn near did farted, bruh
man, you funny
i wish there were more people like you man
that’s why you gang dwyatt, that’s why you gang
[chorus]
and you know how i’m comin’ (yeah)
all these racks i be thumbin’
she started suckin’ my d-ck ’till it cummin’ (yeah)
all these opps i be pluckin’
i took your b-tch and i get to f-ckin’ (yeah)
i don’t do no discussion (nah)
headshot like concussion (boom)
and opps told that we clutchin’
you know how i’m comin’ (yeah)
all these racks i be thumbin’
she started suckin’ my d-ck ’till it cummin’ (yeah)
all these opps i be pluckin’
i took your b-tch and i get to f-ckin’ (yeah)
i don’t do no discussion (nah)
headshot like concussion (boom)
and opps told that we clutchin’, yeah, yeah
[outro]
and that’s just how we be (just how we be)
leave an opp in the street (yeah)
and that’s if he f-ckin’ with me (yeah)
if he want a feature then he pays the fee, yeah
cu$tum don’t want it, i let him be (i let him be)
and imma live this way ’till they bury me, gang
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