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let’s go - marty mula lyrics

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chorus:

on top of this sh*t (let’s go)
diamonds they water my carrots got fishes in it
we drippin and sh*t (let’s go)
never sweet to these h**s you won’t catch me out trickin on sh*t
double c’s on my kicks

probably heard i’m a broke from a broke ni**a
probably heard i’m a h*e from your h*e ni**a
that’s your h*e guarantee she gone go ni**a

verse:
in love wit them dollars since i was a toddler
won’t pop out outside unless i’m rocking designer
better come proper cause bro got a chopper
he not for the drama he shoot ni**as mamas

she tryna holla cause i got some dollars
a b*tch can’t get sh*t but a d*ck and that’s nada
come ride this wave and get splashed like some lava
one false move turn your noodle to pasta

i spent some bands on my drip what i got kicks
these ain’t cheap b*tch these dolce gabanas
up in a sweet with your thot in la
she just eat up the d*ck after eating benihana’s

came from the mud made it out of the slums
on my mama these h*es they get played dj drama
keep me some knots b*tch i count h*lla gwala
i thought that i told you i don’t keep no wallets aye

on top of this sh*t lets go
b*tch i’m playing with fire spit that heat like a dragon
this drip on my neck got more waves than titanic
she trying to jump cause i’m way far from average

b*tch i came up from trapping and drippin in fashion
before i was rapping i been having been cabbage
he want the smoke light it up b*tch it’s static
like a tattted up b*tch we gone up it and blast him aye

chorus:

on top of this sh*t (let’s go)
diamonds they water my carrots got fishes in it
we drippin and sh*t (let’s go)
never sweet to these h**s you won’t catch me out trickin on sh*t
double c’s on my kicks

probably heard i’m a broke from a broke ni**a
probably heard i’m a h*e from your h*e ni**a
that’s your h*e guarantee she gone go ni**a

verse 2:

gang gang gang
we back to back and the foreigns and they tinted
i’m over east with the glock in my bridges
a whole hundred racks on his top and they blitzing

my young n*gga crippin push up and he tripping
quincho stone cold put the h*e in submission
ran up them racks out the bowls in the kitchen
lotta vs1 diamonds i’m froze and i’m chilling

law on my a** trying to know what i’m dealing
aye you ni**as worst than women
play with that gang it’s a whole another k!lling
big bro ain’t for none put a whole in your ceiling

straight out the 4 had to grow up and get it
switching my flow all the h*e ni**a steaming
get to acting little bro catch a whole another sentence
we’ll go back to back have it looking like tennis

chorus:

on top of this sh*t (let’s go)
diamonds they water my carrots got fishes in it
we drippin and sh*t (let’s go)
never sweet to these h**s you won’t catch me out trickin on sh*t
double c’s on my kicks

probably heard i’m a broke from a broke ni**a
probably heard i’m a h*e from your h*e ni**a
that’s your h*e guarantee she gone go ni**a (let’s go)

- marty mula lyrics

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