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marathon - young nudy lyrics

[intro]
mojo, that muhf*cka crazy
ayy, e*a (n*gga, that’s crazy)
e*a, east side (east side)
east side
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)

[chorus]
and i sustain, huh, then i sustain (yeah)
get that sh*t off your chest, where’s your team? (where’s your, what?)
aimin’ for your head, f*ck your vest (f*ck your vest, ooh)
we do no ak’s, f*ck your tec (f*ck your tec, ooh)
we carry glocks, no rugers (no rugers, yeah)
n*gga gettin’ popped, won’t shoot us (won’t shoot us, yeah)
know this sh*t won’t stop (stop), n*ggas gettin’ k!lled ’round here
dirt on my block (yeah)

[verse 1]
don’t get this sh*t misconstrued, n*ggas be k!llin’ dudes
n*ggas be packin’ big tools (ooh), i don’t know what they do
i am from the east side (east side), that sh*t bigger than a beehive
n*ggas be carryin’ that 5’s, n*ggas be shooting’ at n*ggas, no lie
i cannot tell no lie, in the streets, know this sh*t was so hot
i seen a lot of og play with they pot when i whip out that fire
know i’m a young n*gga, and i’m slime for this sh*t, and i don’t know why
i’ma keep it real, i done see a n*gga testify
teardrops and fade, n*gga, you ain’t k!lled n0body
n*gga wanna fake g*ngb*ng ’til it’s time to go k!ll somebody
gotta put in the work for this sh*t, n*gga, ask about it (ask about it)
i done did some dirt in this sh*t, can’t tell n0body (tell n0body)
yeah, i’ma get money (i’ma get money, n*gga)
just want money, baby (yeah), money junkie
‘member what y’all done seen
this one chasin’ me, gotta get money by any means
gotta go sell that cream, on the block, gotta serve to them fiends
n*ggas don’t know what they doin’, slimeball gotta sell ’em a dream
and i know she f*ck with me so hard, but i know i sold her a dream
cheatin’ on her n*gga, she with me, just let off some steam

[chorus]
let off some steam (baby), let off some steam (yeah)
get that sh*t off your chest, where’s your team? (where’s your, what?)
aimin’ for your head, f*ck your vest (f*ck your vest, ooh)
we do no ak’s, f*ck your tec (f*ck your tec, ooh)
we carry glocks, no rugers (no rugers, yeah)
n*gga gettin’ popped, won’t shoot us (won’t shoot us, yeah)
know this sh*t won’t stop (stop), n*ggas gettin’ k!lled ’round here
dirt on my block (yeah)

[verse 2]
gotta keep your eye open, watch out for them cops
and you gotta watch your back, watch out for them opps
and you gotta watch your partner’s friends, get ya popped
[?] over everything, they know how i rock
never change for no fame, still on my block
say when you get money that you’re ‘posed to leave the block
when i got enough money, i’m comin’ to buy the block
from the bottom to the top, steppin’ in my penthouse
gucci flops, bad b*tches walkin’ round, no panties in them gucci socks
presidential rollie, gotta check the clock
smokin’ on the cuban, and i’m on a yacht
and that cuban filled up with ganja, more ganja
big blunts, you know i just stuff ’em and puff ’em
baby lookin’ good to me, young nudy got to f*ck her
done with your [?], and baby, i won’t cuff ya
man tryna shoot at me ’bout p*ssy, i don’t, uh*uh

[chorus]
let off some steam, let off some steam (yeah)
get that sh*t off your chest, where’s your team? (where’s your, what?)
aimin’ for your head, f*ck your vest (f*ck your vest, ooh)
we do no ak’s, f*ck your tec (f*ck your tec, ooh)
we carry glocks, no rugers (no rugers, yeah)
n*gga gettin’ popped, won’t shoot us (won’t shoot us, yeah)
know this sh*t won’t stop (stop), n*ggas gettin’ k!lled ’round here
dirt on my block (yeah)

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