| Marc Boomin, we miss you
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| What up, Marc Boomin? |
| Man
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| Undefined
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| Long nights in the trap
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| It’s Rio
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| Boys in this bitch, nigga, free Big Hero
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| Get in the booth and talk shit, I don’t write hooks
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| Man, I been through so much shit, I can write books
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| I got ten on the floor tonight, how your night look?
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| Hit him with a left and then I shot him with the right hook
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| I’m with Louie 'round Stockton, right by Cook
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| Fed up 'cause niggas really jeffin', I feel like Brooks
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| I ain’t arguin' with no ugly bitch that act how she look
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| Wipe the back of your neck and tell me how the towel look
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| You lil' bum bitch
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| Don’t call me talkin' 'bout no work, bro, that’s some dumb shit
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| I don’t care who get it, boy, I’m squeezing 'til the gun click
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| In France, put my lips on Act' bottles, call that tongue kissing
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| I’m finna pour a six of Acky in a Sunkist
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| You can drink Act' with any pop because it’s scrumptious
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| I was kicking footballs in the park as a young kid
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| Then my uncle tossed a ball of dope and said, «Punt this»
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| I’m tired of fucking with these hoes, I need a woman
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| I feel like Peezy, stack fifty, now I need a hundred
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| Oh, you tryna buy the pills from me? |
| I need a hundred
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| The AR got three extra clips and a drumkit
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| Marc Boomin on the beat, you heard them drums kick
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| Shot him in his back with a four-five, he did a front flip
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| I can cut the air with this new Runtz before the blunt get lit
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| My black bitch just cut her hair, now she look like my cousin
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| I be grinding all week 'cause I want this shit
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| My brother tryna buy some work 'cause he been hustlin'
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| Listen, bro, I cut this shit too much, you don’t want this shit
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| He still bought it 'cause he had a play in Flushing
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| Take your time, when you cook the dope, you can’t be rushing
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| One day I left it in the Rex and almost busted
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| But I ain’t work my wrist in years, I’m kind of rusty
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| I ain’t really pressed about these hoes, I know I’m kinda ugly
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| I heard your EP, you was talkin' 'bout a lot of nothing
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| I ain’t scared of shit, my biggest fear is the condom busting
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| I got into it with my granny 'cause I shot my uncle
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| I’m finna count some dogshit, let me pop my knuckles
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| Still sellin' weed, I ain’t mad, I don’t knock hustles
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| But I was talkin' big shit and made a lot of money
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| I know she got ass shots, she got an awkward booty
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| Unc sniffin' coke and sellin' dope, told him not on duty |