Emmit Till - Marrgielaa Lyrics
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Silahkan disimak Emmit Till - Marrgielaa Lyrics Berikut Dibawah ini untuk Selanjutnya.[intro]
hey
(p*ssy ass n*gga)
i’m not a rapper (i’m not !)
(don’t come here, look how much men in midfield !)
(batty bwoy !)
(hey, yeah yeah yeah)
[verse 1]
n*ggas not in the f*cking field
in the trap and i keep it real
’bout some money i ain’t got no deal
i’m finna go crazy cause i like the feel
i ain’t go to rehab, i like them pills
my diamonds drown like emmit till
n*gga f*ck that school, i’m in the field
young n*gga but (?)
(?)
run in your trap, don’t care how you feel
murder (?)
percs on my (), b*tch i feel like
nice t**th, i do not got grill
r*t*rd but i’m still real
?
on the traffic, n*gga, do not get k!lled
?
i’m going up, ’til i get a mil’
i catch a opp than i pull out the trill
i’m f*cking your b*tch, and i love the feel
(?)
yeah i got thirty rounds in this stick
b*tch
(?) trynna gеt rich
(?) but i still got the stick
i’m ok, cause i got that, b*tch
(i’m with your broke ninе n*gga rich) ?
i pull up
i’m with the young n*ggas in the whip
i see the police, n*gga
i got the drugs, than i make it flip
glock on me, keep the b*tch on my hip
i’m with your b*tch, and she’s on my
i got the gucci, n*gga, different drip
n*gga that’s wildkard (?)
wildkard
police tryna f*ck me up like georges floyd
i just see 12, b*tch i get avoid
i got percs, n*gga not no steroid
how you in trap, but your name troy ?
i’m not a grown men, i’m a boy
i had to jugg, (?), b*tch !
[bridge]
f*cking corn’
n*ggas say i’m r*t*rd
i’m best r*t*rd, then
b*tch !
[verse 2]
they bite me ’cause you know that i started
i don’t give a f*ck if i’m r*t*rded
jehova witness at my door don’t get me started
(?)
i’m in the camp, n*gga, like a sergent
i’m not a rapper or a artist
i feel like kinte when i’m starving
never told the police “good morning”
’cause they trynna lock me up
you (?), you’re broke as f*ck
sippin’ green (?)
i shoot the n*gga like he was a duck
he say he rob me, what the f*ck
i’m with your b*tch, n*gga and she suck
i keep the ar, f*cking cuck
you tryna run up, then you have a look
[outro]
hey, no cap
i’m not a rapper, none of that men
shot out perc40
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