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jason bourne - mar$hall (dbg) lyrics

[intro]
jesus christ, it’s jason bourne
jesus christ, it’s jason bourne

[verse 1]
nah b*tch, that’s mar$hall, he keep that strap on him
and he bust that b*tch with no remorse
mar$hall you single?
nah b*tch, i got a girl and she eats nuts just like a squirrel
and she ride d*ck just like a horse
mar$hall you p*ssy?
nah, b*tch, i’m runnin’ through opps like a obstacle course, yeah, yeah
say i’m not bout it, b*tch, check your source
yeah, check your source, gettin’ top while i ride in the porsche
pipin’ your girl, gave her all of my force
and we split up your block like that sh*t a divorce
yeah, like that sh*t a divorce
cleanin’ your block like that sh*t was my chores
i’m claimin’ new victims whenever i’m bored
b*tch i’m a grave digger, these bodies i horde
ooh, d*mn, mar$hall you mad
droppin’ these bodies whenever i’m sad
your b*tch so freaky she callin’ me dad
and i’m doin’ math with these bodies i add, yeah
with these bodies i have
cops ain’t got a clue how many bodies i have
when i’m on the track, you know that i spazz
catch me in the trap bumpin’ some jazz, yeah
i’m totin’ the k, opps run up on me i up let it spray
you get no b*tches, why the h*ll are you straight? (cu$tum)
i’m up and you just now comin’, you late, ooh
took your girl on a date
i’m makin’ her laugh she like “mar$hall you great”, yeah
that’s just one of my traits
droppin’ these opps, b*tch i’m boostin’ the rate, gang
[interlude]
d*mn
b*tch, i’m totin’ the k
yeah
up let it spray, yeah
gang
took your girl on a date, yeah
b*tch
no b*tches, why the f*ck is you straight?

[verse 2]
yeah, why the h*ll is you straight?
cu$tum a snake and he switched up on gang, ooh
choppa give him great pain
b*tch, i’m a big dog, mar$hall great dane, ooh
give me neck like a crane
but they know that i’m flyer than a crane, ooh
b*tch, i’m flyer than a plane
run up on me and the choppa sang, yeah
choppa sang, just like church on sunday
slurp my d*ck like a chocolate sundae
k!ll you through your house call that sh*t a wallbang
slurp my d*ck like chow mein
suck me, neck hurts, brought her neck pain
pop a cap in your head, b*tch i’ll leave stains, wait
b*tch we pull it out, let it bang
run up on me, and i’ll put you in the grave
gotta keep grindin’, i gotta make it to the airwaves (wait, wait)
i keep a strap everywhere i go
lots of guns for the gang, lots of ammo, ooh
imma bust at that hoe
my shots never miss, like a free throw
[outro]
opps wasn’t dead man i could’ve sworn
drive through your hood send shots just to warn
i keep a strap like jason bourne
yeah
i keep a strap like jason bourne
b*tch

- marhall dbg lyrics

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