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marinate - zack fox lyrics

[intro]
ooh, ooh
(let it marinate, ooh)
ooh, ooh
god d*mn (yeah, yeah)
oh my god
(let it marinate, ooh)
uh*uh, ayy*ayy*ayy
hol’ on baby, i know you, i know you wanna twerk but hmm (let it marinate, ooh)
yeah, i got a gun in shorts and hmm (yeah, yeah)
yeah, it could be, it can get dangerous (let it marinate, ooh)
(blaccmass)
(bnyx)

[verse 1]
hol’ on baby, yeah i know you tryna twerk somethin’
but i got the .40 in my shorts, you might hurt somethin’
i’ma buss a move just as soon as the work come
had three b*tches on my roster, i burnt one
all my n*ggas ugly, yeah we all need some work done
f*ckin’ up, h*ll nah, we ain’t learn nothin’
got a lil’ money, still the same f*ckin’ person
rob a b*tch and use the samе money that i stole to get hеr hair done
we be in the cut like a tampon
back in high school i rolled blunts on the scantron
fresh inside, fresh paint job
slap a n*gga t**th out his mouth like some airpods
quit talkin’ to me
i don’t use sidewalks, b*tch, i walk in the streets
i like nasty hoes trappin’ all they farts in the sheets
her coochie hairy i be gettin’ h*lla knots in my t**th
(yeah)
this a f*ck n*gga anthem
i was on the playground tryna smoke a camel
you was on the playground snitchin’, you a randal
we gon’ stomp you out like mufasa gettin’ trampled
i done slept on every n*gga couch in east atlanta
now i could buy everybody house on east atlanta
your b*tch illiterate she say “chanel” like “channel”
she want a birkin bag, i bought that b*tch a yankee candle
[chorus]
let it marinate (let it marinate, ooh)
(let it marinate)

[verse 2]
since my n*gga died, i ain’t been well
i’ll shoot a n*gga in the ass like he denzel
i like playin’ gta but i can’t go to the strip clubs
’cause the way the b*tches move make my d*ck swell (let it mari*)
b*tch i want it in the worst way
i used to take dollar bills out the church plate
now i’m gettin’ figures that is difficult to calculate
still actin’ broke, makin’ b*tches pay for half the date
don’t let me near your cookout, i’m a lie and say, “i’m somebody uncle, brother, cousin, let me get a plate”
run up in your house like i’m gettin’ into real estate
shoot a n*gga in the d*ck and make his kids evaporate

[chorus]
let it marinate (let it marinate, ooh)
(yeah, yeah, let it marinate)
let it marinate (let it marinate, ooh)
(yeah, yeah, let it marinate)
(oh woah, oh, oh woah, oh)
(let it marinate)

- zack fox lyrics

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