Marcelo Burlon Lyrics

[Verse 1:]
Like when I f*ck her from the back, yea freaky
Like to suck it in the 'cat, yea eat me
Reggie bows for a stack, yea Rece
That bitch ain't bad she alright, yea decent
Aye, I just blew a couple hundred that was recent
Just got cool with the swipers, "Where the pieces?"
Just went up, I want a couple for a feature
If I ain't love her only f*cked her she was leachin'
Like to step out shit, bitch I got (?)
I could show a bitch the game, I'ma teacher
I heard she was f*cking with a lame, "Whats the reason?"
She like "I'on feel safe, he got a Drac' and he a (?)
Niggas rappin', prolly singin', pointin' fingers, Yea I seen em, bitch please
I been doing this since 15
I been taking hits since 16
Tap dancin' gettin' beans
Nigga Look at my life, yea rerock them pints yea
I know niggas is hoe niggas
Don't look up to no niggas
Im willin' if bro willin'
Im killin' if bro killin'
Big fo's we toe taggin'
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Im not but Lou strapped
Get yo shit threw back
I should be through rappin'
No phones but Lou slappin'
Im good she too average
I need a new bad one
No mask Im too savage
My bitch be coupe drivin'
My bitch is too tatted
My name is what matters
The freakier, her butt fatter You'd probably a cuff after
I only a f*ck after
Shit real life f*ck laughin'
Get killed for bus passes
I then gave enough passes
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Don't up it, if it ain't 30
Won't touch her if she ain't, yea
These Sprites all filled with red
Two dykes both givin' head
Free my young niggas yea
I told em this shit ain't hard
Shit different no takin' cards
Bro punchin' like "Where the cards?"
O.J's bro "Where the R's ?
Straight drop like where the par?
200 before we depart
This cover don't need no art
Im talkin' like "Nigga what?"
Free Rik, don't give a f*ck
You move, I'm raisin' up
My mama then slaved enough
My mama then raised enough-
Killers
Bitch we run the East come and f*ck with us
Niggas shot me in my leg now its "f*ck niggas"
Got a couple in the Feds, got a couple in the states
Got a couple shootin' 40s
Got a couple shootin' Drac's
Got a couple throwin' B's, got a lot of niggas crippin'
Free the motherf*ckin' H, rest in peace to all my niggas
I played like I was finished
Now I really ain't ridin' tinted
My niggas like it's whatever
My bitch get shit together
My bitch been cryin' lately
My mama been loadin' up
R.I.P my nigga Neph, forever gone throw it up

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