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city bop - marcusicon lyrics

marcus:
i be bringing energy like a gang crossfire
say my body bad but she shaped like a broad tire
tire shine car wash
dirty boungie liar
you be on the red light
road, you need to retire

i ain’t got no opps but these b*tches wan be enemies
from a potcake from a dog
and wan step to me
living in a shack with a big box tv
how you don’t like me but still be searching me

these b*tches is my sons ,pull it out and p*ss on em
ine nicki but my sh*t get l!cks on em
i used to be a void, got lookin soft to em
shout out to my 4/4
never gave cardoor

that ass clapping on that d*ck all night
she ain’t red but that bleaching ain’t right
this n*gga corny why he call me 4 times
that’s why i hit em with a block, oops goodnight

scratch that i took ya spot
you know a real n*gga do it good
pop the top
they got chips got coins thats mid
do she really wan you or just ya d*ck
eat it in the bush you a munch
f*ckin grits
das why ya doggy bumpy like a break up brick
imma handle this like a roach and spray
matter a fact i done lemme pass this to jai
jai:
cash up on the beat
n*ggas get mash up on the street
and i come last ‘n disloyalty
i put gucci on her eyes
and i put louis on her feet
yeah my eyes up on the prize
know a mad ass
couldn’t order me
’cause i’ll take her f*ck soul
“cuz” you know that ise a g
she tell me she really want it
“jaiden please give it to me”
know my shooters really gunning
they’ll k!ll you for 100g’s
but they owe me a lil favor so they wave the fee for free
and i know something bout your boyfriend that he wouldn’t want me speak
so girl listen while i talking that dl n*gga
got you geeked
and i know some of these n*ggas wibing cuz they gyals
texting me but they gone be even more mad when i pass it back to marcy

marcus:
mudda sick
mudda f*ck
this a bad tune bad aye
got these b*tches in a trance
in a spider web aye
you spin all ya silk
still calling ya gyal bae
jai :
n*ggas running up on me?
imma get the tool bey
marcus: n*ggas think i need em but i just want the fun bey
jai: n*ggas is the reason why i gotta tote the gun*
marcus : the fun bey
pear body stoppa
never had a oppa
n*ggas think they (marcus and jai) f*cking with me
jai: till i call the doctor
marcus : f*cking with me like ise donate dollar
jai: you singing like a opera
marcus: come and join my roster
marcus: head mussy mash in i don’t f*ck with bombers

marcus:
i be bringing energy like a gang crossfire
say my body bad but she shaped like a broad tire
tire shine car wash
dirty boungie liar
you be on the redlight
road, you need to retire

jai:
cash up on the beat
n*ggas get mash up on the street
and i come last ‘n disloyalty
i put gucci on her eyes
and i put louis on her feet
yeah my eyes up on the prize
know a mad ass
could order me

- marcusicon lyrics

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