Marcelo Burlon lyrics

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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 b*tch 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 sh*t, b*tch I got (?)
I could show a b*tch 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 (?)
n*ggas rappin', prolly singin', pointin' fingers, Yea I seen em, b*tch please
I been doing this since 15
I been taking hits since 16
Tap dancin' gettin' beans
n*gga Look at my life, yea rerock them pints yea
I know n*ggas is hoe n*ggas
Don’t look up to no n*ggas
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 sh*t 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 b*tch be coupe drivin'
My b*tch 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
sh*t 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 n*ggas yea
I told em this sh*t ain't hard
sh*t 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 "n*gga 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
b*tch we run the East come and f*ck with us
n*ggas shot me in my leg now its "f*ck n*ggas"
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 n*ggas crippin'
Free the motherf*ckin' H, rest in peace to all my n*ggas
I played like I was finished
Now I really ain't ridin' tinted
My n*ggas like it's whatever
My b*tch get sh*t together
My b*tch been cryin' lately
My mama been loadin' up
R.I.P my n*gga Neph, forever gone throw it up