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next2u - marty valentine lyrics

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[intro: marty valentine]
ha, shyeah, you dig?
man, lemme just… i’m sorry, y’all, but
i just gotta count my money right quick…
nah, i ain’t countin’ sh*t…
b*tch, yeah

[chorus: marty valentine]
i can’t worry what a b*tch do, shhh
cause, girl, i’m worried bout my next move
got’ get this bread, i got’ eat, it’s on my schedule
all up in my head, i can’t sleep, i be thinkin’ what that check do
girl, i see you lookin’ when i pop, i’m right next to you
and when i touch this bag, b*tch, i can’t stop, i just keep blessin’ you
life got too real, got gucci shoes i’m tryna step into
and i told my lil brudda when i get a hunnid bands he gon’ be flexin’ too

[verse 1: surf]
i cannot stop, i’m smokin’ this gas until it’s residue
why i am mad? i’m gettin’ this cash, i can’t be stressin’ you
slide to the crib, i cannot feel you just by textin’ you
i wouldn’t lie, the f*ck do i look like to be testin’ you?
i turn your b*tch to a vegetable, i eat it up, baby, i might be vegan
i need a check on me every day, baby, i’m gettin’ paid and i don’t need a reason
24/7 the money come in, me and big marty like kelly and regis
i blow a bag at habachihana, shawty so bad and she perfectly seasoned
[chorus: marty valentine + surf]
i can’t worry what a b*tch do
cause, girl, i’m worried about my next move
as long as you mad, i can’t undress you
when you off those drugs, i get the best you
girl, i see you lookin’ when i pop, i’m right next to you
and when i touch this bag, b*tch, i can’t stop, i just keep blessin’ you
life got too real, got gucci shoes i’m tryna step into
and i told my lil brudda when i get a hunnid bands he gon’ be flexin’ too

[verse 2: marty valentine]
need my pape, ain’t pressin’ you
drip down on my body
pop my sh*t, it’s f*ck impressin’ you
it’s an uber outside of the lobby
cause, girl, i just ain’t havin’ s*x with you
coulda sworn you was bad, but
i ain’t even want that neck from you
i said f*ck these b*tches, yeah, it’s back to the revenue
thought you passed me up, lil boy, i ain’t lettin’ you
tryna fake kick it, these muf*ckas was checkin’ you
got a southside b*tch and you know that she wreckin’ too
in my own head, i could never confess to you
she only bad cause a muf*ckin’ edit tool
feel like moneybagg, b*tch, i’m goin’ 2 federal
i’m with surf in cali and we smokin’ on medical
i could never ever put that b*tch on a pedestal
[chorus: marty valentine]
i can’t worry what a b*tch do, shhh
cause, girl, i’m worried bout my next move
got’ get this bread, i got’ eat, it’s on my schedule
all up in my head, i can’t sleep, i be thinkin’ what that check do
girl, i see you lookin’ when i pop, i’m right next to you
and when i touch this bag, b*tch, i can’t stop, i just keep blessin’ you
life got too real, got gucci shoes i’m tryna step into
and i told my lil brudda when i get a hunnid bands he gon’ be…

[outro: marty valentine + surf]
i want the best you
*mumbling*
next to you, next to you
even if i ain’t pressed for you
next to you, next to you

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