| Ooh, ooh
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| (Let it marinate, ooh)
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| Ooh, ooh
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| God damn (Yeah, yeah)
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| Oh my God
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| (Let it marinate, ooh)
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| Uh-uh, ayy-ayy-ayy
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| Hol' on baby, I know you, I know you wanna twerk but hmm (Let it marinate, ooh)
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| Yeah, I got a gun in shorts and hmm (Yeah, yeah)
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| Yeah, it could be, it can get dangerous (Let it marinate, ooh)
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| (Blaccmass)
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| (BNYX)
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| Hol' on baby, yeah I know you tryna twerk somethin'
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| But I got the .40 in my shorts, you might hurt somethin'
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| I’ma buss a move just as soon as the work come
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| Had three bitches on my roster, I burnt one
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| All my niggas ugly, yeah we all need some work done
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| Fuckin' up, hell nah, we ain’t learn nothin'
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| Got a lil' money, still the same fuckin' person
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| Rob a bitch and use the sam money that I stole to get hr hair done
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| We be in the cut like a tampon
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| Back in high school I rolled blunts on the tron
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| Fresh inside, fresh paint job
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| Slap a nigga teeth out his mouth like some AirPods
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| Quit talkin' to me
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| I don’t use sidewalks, bitch, I walk in the streets
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| I like nasty hoes, trappin' all they farts in the sheets
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| Her coochie area be gettin' hella on my teeth
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| (Yeah)
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| This a fuck nigga anthem
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| I was on the playground tryna smoke a camel
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| You was on the playground snitchin', you a random
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| We gon' slump you out like Mufasa, gettin' trampled
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| I done slept on every nigga couch in East Atlanta
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| Now I could buy everybody house on East Atlanta
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| Your bitch illiterate she say «Chanel» like «Channel»
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| She want a Birkin, I bought that bitch a Yankee candle
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| Let it marinate (Let it marinate, ooh)
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| (Let it marinate)
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| Since my nigga died, I ain’t been well
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| I’ll shoot a nigga in the ass like he Denzel
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| I like playin' GTA but I can’t go to the strip clubs
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| 'Cause the way the bitches move make my dick swell (Let it mari)
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| Bitch I want it in the worst way
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| I used to take dollar bills out the church plate
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| Now I’m gettin' figures that is difficult to calculate
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| Still actin' broke, makin' bitch pay for half the date
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| Don’t let man in your cookout, I’m a lion
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| Said I’m somebody uncle, brother, cousin, let me get plate
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| Run up in your house like I’m gettin' in the real estate
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| Shoot a nigga in the dick and make his kizzy evaporate
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| Let it marinate (Let it marinate, ooh)
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| (Yeah, yeah, let it marinate)
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| Let it marinate (Let it marinate, ooh)
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| (Yeah, yeah, let it marinate)
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| (Oh woah, oh, oh woah, oh)
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| (Let it marinate) |