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let it marinate - daboii lyrics

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a n*gga saying f*ck my gang, he better stand on it
i bet that b*tch you love and leave with my stamp on it
and i ain’t even want to do it, this what the fans wanted
they posting hammers on they page, that’s what the feds wanted
you ain’t gon’ see me with no strap unless you see me out
and all you n*ggas is my sons, they wanna be me now
he keep on saying that we brothers, i ain’t seeing how
b*tch pull them panties to the side and let me beat it down
the glock was clean a week ago, now that sh*t dirty dan
and i ain’t miss when i shoot i got the curry hand
what it cost me for the pendant? n*gga thirty bands
catch a sucka out in public, he a worry man
and i ain’t into dissing n*ggas, where you n*ggas at?
internet beefing, we ain’t into that
can’t tell what n*ggas on, we’ll point the .40 where his mental at
matter fact, keep talking out his mouth, and where his dental at
and i ain’t scared of no n*gga everybody bleed
how n*ggas talking on the net but everybody street
and you can stick to being tough, i’m like a dollar sign
bet when i catch him out in public, he apologize
i’m in the studio to the neck, don’t need no army wit me
man these n*ggas hoes, i see the barbie in ’em
i think my vision getting clear, i brought the carties with me
and i’ll make a n*gga vanish before karma get him
a lot of time wasted
i had to find my ass to see, i felt my mind racing
i see you living in the past, you n*ggas dying ain’t sh*t
and i ain’t never f*cked with n*ggas, b*tch i’m dying racist
i got love for all the fiends, we who they shopping wit’
he ain’t no gangster, i ain’t read that in his documents
if you was the baddest b*tch on earth, i wouldn’t jock you b*tch
i had to cut some n*ggas off, politics
i got tired of being quiet, let me open up
point this .40 at his noggin, watch it open up
i can’t take these n*ggas serious, n*ggas joking huh?
now i’m selfish with my heart, naw i ain’t showing love
d*mn daboii, why you spazzing, it ain’t necessary
n*gga everywhere i go i keep them weapons near me
n*gga you don’t want beef, you really vegetarian
big ass glock, this b*tch a secondary
oh this right here, this a ar, this the primary thang
n*gga all i love is choppas and the mary jane
i ain’t entertaining none, n*ggas very lame
f*ck what n*ggas claiming, let that marinate
b*tch

- daboii lyrics

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