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hbk margi – can’t see lyrics

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[prod. cincoo london]

[intro: hbk margi]
what? (yeah, yeah)
come light this blunt…
aye, lil’ margi
aye, lil’ margi

[hook : hbk margi]
coupe! (aye)
switch! (aye)
glock! (aye)
miss! (aye)
coupe! (aye)
switch! (aye)
glock, glock! (aye)
miss! (aye)
white b-tch wanna swallow me cause she looked at my wrist
run thru’ these blue hunnids in her mouth just like a lisp (aye)

[verse 1: hbk margi]
glock! (aye)
get popped! (aye)
them n-ggas bussing shots aye
these b-tches sound stupid
they be tweakin’ off them rocks
(check it out rocks, rocks, rocks
check it out rocks, rocks, rocks)
hi-tech is all in her spline
shawty came thru’ with the beam
lil’ b-tch want the stick but she know what i mean
saggin’ my jeans
box logo supreme
racks in my jeans
cash in my jeans…
the hi-tech, the lean, it go straight to your tummy
they f-cking for fame, man these b-tches so dummy
that b-tch wanna f-ck, but she just want the money
big diamonds they biting (yuh)
i hit that lil’ b-tch, i one-time it (yuh)
put that b-tch in a heimlich (yuh)
this cash on me got me just fighting (yuh)
(ooh yuh yuh, what? what? )
you know i be on the scene young n-gga
i be on the block with the fiends young n-gga
we serving the pack like it’s cheese young n-gga
(what, what, what, what!)
all of these racks i can’t see young n-gga
i pop at the opp like it’s grease young n-gga
i dance on that b-tch like dereek young n-gga

[hook : hbk margi]

[verse 2: k smug]
slap! aye
shoot your b-tch like zap! aye
she with me in the back, aye
she know me for the strap
shooting at yo b-tch
and them bullets gon’ slap
she give me head like a hat
sucking me down like a gnat
(aye yuh yuh)
done with yo b-tch
[?] to the trap
i got glocks yeah, and i got beams too
i got riders yeah, they on my team too
talking down on the gang, and we gon’ shoot
and you know my n-ggas train, they gon’ f-cking move
aye, rolling the green
hitting my lungs, it’s making me bleed
got yo b-tch up on her knees, yeah that sh-t is not hard to believe
(what, what?)
she’s what i want, and she’s what i need
keep her around cause she keeps me pleased
once i am done, i float like a bee (yuh)
you know i’m getting these b-tches lil’ n-gga
[?] lil n-gga
[?] do digits lil n-gga
you can not be me, you silly lil’ n-gga
get me two clips and i empty it n-gga
get me two clips and i empty it n-gga

[hook : hbk margi]



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