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alphabet soup - audio artwork lyrics

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[chorus] marv illest
im surrounded by good looking women/
you could say i got good luck with winning/
you could say im the chemist i cook up with letters like alphabet soup all for the lettuce/
i cherish the seconds cuz all of my nixxas is living but willing to die for a check/
oh what a feeling i’m feeling when drilling these woman i’m willing to die having s-x/

[verse 1] – marv illest
depending on when i arrive is when i slide, the pimp in me will never die/
im one of a kind i’m hard to identify, i managed to be ahead of time/
i only came with my day ones, i only came to make the place jump/
if you dont make plays everyday than i can’t trust what you say bruh/
i barely got time for me, thought i’ll retire and spend some time on the beach/
than i thought how life would be without any music, thats life without me/

[chorus] x2
im surrounded by good looking women/
you could say i got good luck with winning/
you could say im the chemist i cook up with letters like alphabet soup all for the lettuce/
i cherish the seconds cuz all of my nixxas is living but willing to die for a check/
oh what a feeling i’m feeling when drilling these woman i’m willing to die having s-x/

[verse 2] = travis lavoe
everybody fears the man with three eyses/
the one thru dark clouds seen gold and blue skies/
born before time with words beyond wise/
like ones without funds are forced to buy lies/
(uh)
cover my energy/
f-ck who ain’t feelin’ me/
friends turn to enemies/
so i be literally../
friends with artillery/
arms like a centipede/
laugh at the sentencing/
(ha ha ha ha)
shooters will run down and shoot up your block/
whether you on em or not/
whether you know it or not/
ice is still cold and lil b-tch, fire still hot/
liar im not/
sire on top/
brain food to digest, fvck your cream of the crop/
wear your lyrical vest when im feanin’ to pop/
for that nod in your head im still aiming up top/
fvck fame this for bread and my claim to the spot/
off top of the head don’t be writing alot/
but when i be writing, be writing alot/
more keys than a dealer im selling the lot/
(b-tch)

[chorus] x2

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