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molasses - yng martyr & egovert lyrics

[chorus: yng martyr]
bad b*tch, sweeter than molasses, sh*t
got a gliss on my wrist like a maverick, b*tch
she a rich little b*tch with some baggage, sh*t
gotta hit quick, leave her in the past tense
it’s ’cause she a bad b*tch, sweeter than molasses, sh*t
got a gliss on my wrist like a maverick, b*tch
she a rich little b*tch with some baggage, sh*t
gotta hit quick, leave her in the past tense

[verse 1: yng martyr]
said one (ha), two (yeah), three (huh), and four
i said, “that’s the gun up at your mother f*cking door”
i said five (ha), six (yeah), seven (huh), i forgot it (forgot it)
i did not pass math and i did not go to college
i need more credit, go gеt credit
i’m on bags and i got bands
i got racks, i better go spеnd it
got a new bag, “go*go gadget”
i’ma pop a b*tch like medic
i’m on top, i don’t need xanny
i don’t care, got big racks
f*ck a new b*tch if she look like that

[chorus: yng martyr]
it’s ’cause she a bad b*tch, sweeter than molasses, sh*t
got a gliss on my wrist like a maverick, b*tch
she a rich little b*tch with some baggage, sh*t
gotta hit quick, leave her in the past tense
it’s ’cause she a bad b*tch, sweeter than molasses, sh*t
got a gliss on my wrist like a maverick, b*tch
she a rich little b*tch with some baggage, sh*t
gotta hit quick, leave her in the past tense
[verse 2: egovert]
f*cking on a ho from sydney, she f*ck with my adlibs (yeah)
i f*ck with her accent, with me her head game ratchet (skrr*skrr*skrrt)
up down, up down (uh), baby do your thing (wow)
i’ma hit it raw, f*ck the outcome, make it rain (skrr*skrr*skrrt)
fu*fu*fu up in his eyes and now he can’t see, b*tch
iphone 5, that b*tch broke but she can suck a mean d*ck
i can’t drive, ain’t got no license, still got the keys, yes
ride or die, sorry bro, your b*tch is not a keeper (yeah)
shr*shr*shrimp on the barbie (yeah), steak on my plate (crikey)
baby come over, take molly, we can f*ck, that’s a date (ayy)
never show up on time, i am often late (skrr*skrr*skrrt)
i was probably busy counting money or f*ckin’ on her face

[chorus: yng martyr]
it’s cause she a bad b*tch, sweeter than molasses, sh*t
got a gliss on my wrist like a maverick, b*tch
she a rich little b*tch with some baggage, sh*t
gotta hit quick, leave her in the past tense
it’s ’cause she a bad b*tch sweeter than molasses, sh*t
got a gliss on my wrist like a maverick, b*tch
she a rich little b*tch with some baggage, sh*t
gotta hit quick, leave her in the past tense

- yng martyr egovert lyrics

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