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letra de puff daddy - roc marciano

[intro sample]

[hook: roc marciano]
i wrote this sh-t up in my hoe spot
i came up with this sitting in my hoe spot
(bust that p-ssy open, they don’t know what that’s about like)
we just had a thousand trick summer, a million trick winter
i’m fresh up out my hoe spot
puff daddy with the tw-t, can’t stop, won’t stop

[verse 1: roc marciano]
we the sh-t, come see if it stink
swiss cheese, we leave you in ya dream
with the script it was green lit
split with the seams fever pitch
i’m deep in this b-tch, my sneakers are drenched
been with through nina since thin and thick
the candle is lit at two different ends
i’m sick, i’m pouring medicine in my drink
it’s pink, they say ignorance is bliss
[?]
through a signal that was sent to the brain
a pimp in this game, that’s word to kunta kinte’s chains
the dayton date face lemonade
the yellow range lemon meringue
ask for my nuts i just let em hang like a set of drapes
set the hennessy straight or maybe chase like set the runaway slave
i pray the train ain’t running late the games my only running mate
my blade will cut ya face just like some funnel cake
left a bubble on ya fade thats a buck and some change
blood rain from the jugular vein
flood the drain for tryna kick mud on a brothers name
i was hovering above the fray like a plane
without a stain on my suede i don’t gang bang
i played the oven range
i’m a saint i’m stuck in my ways
mothers claimed that we’re saints (but we ain’t)
covered in pain i moved up in weight
you just sitting duck in the lake
bout to get touched by the flame, something was made
we ate, the plate gave us stomach pains and some aches
but i have zero complaints in this wraith n-gga
[hook: cook$]
i wrote this sh-t up in the dope spot
i came up with this sitting in the dope spot
we just had 20 brick summer, 7 body winter
i’m fresh up out the dope spot
puff daddy with the pot can’t stop won’t stop

[verse 2: cook$]
the rest is liars (them n-ggas lying)
jump out the maserati in the best attire
your favorite rapper testify im extra fire
money talk your sh-t extra tesla quiet
spill the champagne on my gucci aces, flexing sizes
you know it splash right off the leather
but it stick to the string like violin
i got a shooter with me and a shinement
we gonna take your soul and -n-lyze it
ask em how we had the benz on birk street
lex’s on state n-gga, that was the worst me
my momma f-cked el chapo then birthed me
what’s crumbs to a brick boy? you playing with bird seeds
dope god, allah of the pot
we just packed the ariande grande in the drop
my young boy ramadan your block
leave you holy if you make it, you won’t eat sh-t for a month
f-ck a drought f-ck what day it is my sh-t jump!
[hook: cook$]
i wrote this sh-t up in the dope spot
i came up with this sitting in the dope spot
we just had 20 brick summer, 7 body winter
im fresh up out the dope spot
puff daddy with the pot can’t stop won’t stop

- roc marciano

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