a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

ketchup - imsomarcus lyrics

(you n*ggas is making a whole lotta’ noise!)

yea, huh, n*gga let’s do it
n*gga let’s* huh, c’mon
say what? say what?
yea, yea

come ’round with that flexing, that sh*t get you took off (what? yea, gimme that!)
no i ain’t stuntin’ no plug, i take them bags and run off (p*ssy)
she came ’round the gang, she had on clothes, they came off (on god)
i love all my bros, i think we cut from same cloth (my brotha’)
i don’t play ’bout sh*t, you test this sh*t it’s do or die (brrrr, brrr, blaw, blaw!)
i done popped two percs back, got me moving side to side (side to side)
i like to get high, high (high, high)
i’m too geeked up, i’m too fried (too fried)
decline her card, shе blow my high
they don’t give out drops, i peep on live (yеa, let’s do it)
told her she can do whatever, just don’t lie to me (just don’t lie to me)
i pop my percs but it ain’t working, them hoes go right through me (hoes go right through me)
know my gang, we ride with switches, that’s some we ain’t doing (some we ain’t doing)
i treat that trap like my home, you know i’m not moving (you know i’m not moving)

(you know that, yea, yea, c’mon)
i get high off drugs because this life sh*t stress me out (this life sh*t stress me out)
know you see the knots inside these jeans, i packed it out (what? i packed it out)
with my b*tch in public, she snuck the gen up in the pouch (yea, up in the pouch)
you slide to the trap, we ain’t got no couch, but we got bags (we got bags)
one way in, and one way out, you come through you won’t last (yea, you won’t last)
twin just got his {?} throughout, ain’t catch him, had a mask (yea, had a mask)
we slide in the dark, we come on street, and cut the flash (cut the flash)
i want cash, i want bags, i want cheddar (i want cheddar)
i want drugs, i want drugs, make me better (yea, make me better)
can’t trust these b*tches, boy h*ll naw, they be the setup (naw, h*ll naw, h*ll naw)
she think she working one on me, she got me messed up (what? what, what?)
got 200 on the dash, them cops can’t catch up (them cops can’t catch up)
i been drowsy off the drank, i need to rest up (i need to rest up)
i done stacked this sh*t so high, ain’t need to catch up (yea, yea, say what?)

(*need to catch up, need to catch up)

- imsomarcus lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular