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freexell - marxell lyrics

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(intro)

(chorus:)
i’m gettin’ that cheese provolone

say he got a bag? i asked him what happened, that n*gga down and he broke

n*ggas got no drip, that sh*t make me gag, told him leave the pieces alone

walk around with the chrome hearts on my pants, she like when i put that sh*t on
some days it get bad, some days i be sad, but n*ggas won’t leave me alone

n*ggas swear i ain’t got no fans, but i walk in that b*tch and they singing my song

and you know that i’m beating my sons with a bag, my belt say louis vuitton

i do not understand why you n*ggas hate, while you got a job and you grown

(verse:)
and my b*tch from france, yeah shе outta town, i got her ass eatin’ croissants

and n*ggas just swear that thеy top dog, but you know i’m down to the bone

i had her on top, now we doing dog, i swear ima break this b*tch bone

and she lowkey be stressin’ me out, but i cannot leave her alone

i step in the party with my ricks on

and n*ggas don’t know how to party, they just stand there alone

said he got a bag? he got that b*tch hardly, i could take that b*tch and i’m gone

if you know what’s dead, i’m not tryna argue, n*ggas tryna put me in the wrong

(breakdown:)
n*ggas got no motion, i’ll put you onto game
if i got a bag and i moved myself to the a, would you do the same?

i cannot trust these lil’ b*tches no more, they all heartless and lame

nekesha told me to be strong for her, i use that sh*t day by day

(chorus:)
i’m gettin’ that cheese provolone

say he got a bag? i asked him what happened, that n*gga down and he broke

n*ggas got no drip, that sh*t make me gag, told him leave the pieces alone

walk around with the chrome hearts on my pants, she like when i put that sh*t on

some days it get bad, some days i be sad, but n*ggas won’t leave me alone

n*ggas swear i ain’t got no fans, till’ i walk in that b*tch and they singing my song

and i’m beating my sons ass with a bag, my belt say louis vuitton

and i can’t understand why these n*ggas hate, while you got a job and you grown

huh huh

huh, yeah
huh, d*mn (beam, beam)

huh, yeah

huh, d*mn

huh, yeah

huh, d*mn (beam, beam)

- marxell lyrics

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