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marty mcfly - ssg splurge lyrics

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[intro]
sample
i think that’ll work
but what about the cops man
[?]
so we just gotta be fast
yo, i think we should plan this another time
this n*gga scared
broad day with the [?]

[verse]
yeah, we still having custom glocks, and custom chops
n*gga ain’t nothing change we’ll bust ya top
i ain’t been buying chains, i’m tryna flood the block
bringing them dirty k’s and let em chop*chop
turn a n*gga suv into a drop top
spin em, [?]
i don’t wanna talk [?]
in the trenches them n*ggas be sliding [?]
[?] bring me kylie and kendall
all these b*tches on go and they look like a [?]
[?], ball like i’m tim
fly like i’m marty mcfly in the gym
slamming yo b*tch like jeff hardy forreal
in the way i was tossed all the problems i k!lled
shе eat it with sk!ll
big shark in the water, i tattеd my gills
in the hills i be serving [?] the pills
so high you be thinking i’m dabbing forreal
i don’t know about no crack i’m just cracking the seal
got a bite on the way, imma tax them pills
i be scaring these n*ggas, michael jackson from thriller
got the feds on my page i can’t post for them [?]
put them sh*lls on his back call that boy armadillo
when i run out of percs have yo auntie refill em
know it’s double s*g rob the man in the middle
n*ggas said they want goop, imma reseal em
poke a hole in the bottom, best way to reseal em
is you f*cking or what, i ain’t got time to be chilling
finna drop on yall ass [?]
treat these hoes like dirt i’m tired of yall treatment
tell em bring some we tired of this cheating
and i knew it was coming cuz my palms was itching
and i run with them n*ggas be [?]
ice on me, b*tch wanna skate on my ring
lie to the b*tch, i don’t rap i sing
i got them wolves ready to come out and knock out ya team
[?] get a n*gga house cleaned
know it’s money on the phone everytime i hear ding
know they run with ya dome if you tell what you seen
we don’t run with no chrome, we got black magazines
choppa hit we want the contact
send ya b*tch home with a hunchback
early in the morning, get ya flapjacked
let the real n*ggas in, let the rats pack
[?] in the scat*pack
i got [?] i ain’t posting sh*t on snapchat
in the back tryna find where the sacks at
if we score imma drop off some more let em have that

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