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marty mcfly - epidemic (rapper) lyrics

[verse 1: epidemic]

b-tch i’m marty mcfly, swagger futuristic
i’m superst-tious, won’t sit inside a coupe unless the roof is missing
to tell the truth these groupie b-tches never knew the difference
between a princess cut or cubic on my crucifixes
i’m smoking cubans in aruba barracuda fishing
talkin’ to jewelers about my mueller, that’s my new edition
got b-tches cookin’ for me that ain’t never used a kitchen
might f-ck ’em in a few positions, but refuse to kiss em’
it’s kind of humorous your music even drew attention
you couldn’t p-ss inside a f-ckin’ pot i used to p-ss in
dawg you on that +chuck-e-cheese+, me i got a +swiss+ account
you the type of b-tch n-gga, b-tches always b-tch about
7 series beamer leaning, listening to swisha house
got a b-tch that does the dishes with a swisha in her mouth
hottest n-gga in the south, you gone have to wait your turn
cause’ if you n-ggas ballin’ i guess you can call me david stern

[hook: novaking]

i just thought that you should know
i ain’t like them n-ggas that you used to know
got a bunch of b-tches on my d-ck
but i won’t slip, no not for no b-tch ’cause i’m on my sh-t
cause’ i’m so fly, you should call me mr. marty mcfly
you should call me marty mcfly
you could catch me off in the sky
you should call me marty mcfly

[verse 2: sp-ceship p]

white cup, codeine in it, bad broads you know we in it
then i hit the boulevard hard, drink it all up til there ain’t none in it
smokin’ cubans & dodging groupies, don’t like it sue me
then i tell her strap in , ride me like a dually make a movie
take it all off baby let me see it
she got them foreign features think my b-tch is european
plus it’s cheaper to leave her
what i look like with a silly hoe all in my pockets & my visa

[verse 3: epidemic]

i’m a limelight stealer, the visa up in ibiza
this the vida, diva juggling, guzzle double tequilas
& i’m the leader, got game by the liter might splash it on your b-tch
even grab her by her wrist when i meet her
b-tch i’m grain grippin’, lane to lane switchin’
with the paint drippin’ off the frame, getting brains
f-ckin’ the same b-tches that you claim that are faithful
this is painful, i paint pictures with the same flow
n-gga this is game over

[hook]

- epidemic rapper lyrics

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