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broke - kenny marcellus lyrics

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i clean up i ain’t leaving no evidence, i be up when it’s early took half of a 30 i pop me a perc like it’s medicine. man y’all lil n*ggas rookies we veterans man y’all lil n*ggas p*ssy on everything, fell in love with the cheddar ain’t sh*t could be better i need me a wedding ring. we used to post on the opp block time running out like a shot clock. bet i be gone before i hear the cops hop all they gonn see is the shot spot. she like, we like wifi and she need a little hotspot brodie said no one above us cause he got a droptop. fly with me s class that’s a 550 stay to myself i was born alone, don’t expect no one to die with me. dme i got the 9s with me, but you know that i’m from the militia man this sh*t getting bigger and bigger feel bad for the opps they keep pouring out liquor
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in the spot couple hunnids, what it do. she get nasty off that 1942 if i’m in the floss you know i’m with cash so look at the boost, n*gga look at the boost. hope y’all lil n*ggas know i ain’t really with the f*ck sh*t ima call my shooter let it blow. turn that n*gga to a post, f*ck it turn that n*gga to a ghost. baddies pull*up to the function they ain’t never slide when we was broke, wouldn’t stay around if we was broke they like kenny got it he a goat. i go spin like 2,3 times for bro. would he do the same sh*t i don’t know. sad but every crip is not your loc (they not your loc)

get straight cashy throw it up when you gonn pass me v in the double r like roddy ricch, got the b*tches in the baccseat. said she don’t f*ck with her pops, but she always call me daddy. my weed in the backpack this ain’t a regular baggie. this real life 3d try to play cp get shot by the n*gga you crossed. if i get caught pd gonn hate me you gonn fold up lil n*gga you soft. i do a drill and i dash that, memories he in the flashback. i got a spot with unlimited cash back that’s how i been wooing them cashapps. bullets beat like mac b*tch, but none of my n*ggas no mua i suppose if you think you a threat we should make sure that you dead today. bro wilding, if you get caught keep silent too much on our plate we violent we violent

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