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kiddo marv - visa lyrics

[intro: kiddo marv]
pull up on you with the broom, we street sweepers
all my family stuck in haiti, ain’t got no visa

[chorus: kiddo marv]
pull up on you with the broom, we street sweepers
all my family stuck in haiti, ain’t got no visa
sippin’ on patron, tea, and tequila
n-gga fell off then powered up like i’m vegeta
pull up on you with the broom, we street sweepers
all my family stuck in haiti, ain’t got no visa
sippin’ on patron, tea, and tequila
n-gga fell off then powered up like i’m vegeta

[verse 1: kiddo marv & freese cola]
copped a glizzy and a stick, now i’m movin’ militant
i heard they wanna k!ll the kid, come pull up on me then
couple shots, we in the wind, bet he don’t come back again
hit his block, them windows tinted, he can’t see we ridin’ it
we ducked off, we f-ck broads and screamin’ f-ck laws
i just want my bezel yellow like it’s duck sauce
she give me fire head, yeah that h-ll-mouth
she still got my old number, yeah my bell south

[verse 2: freese cola]
man them n-ggas went left, i went another route
i dump a f-ck n-gga, leave the sh-lls in his mouth
i’m straight out the slums, i’m straight out the slaughterhouse
and if you got pressure, n-gga we can’t swap it out
i did a lot of sh-t my n-gga i can’t talk about
i turned into a savage when i first seen a drought
we really lived this sh-t, we never did it for the clout
we busting semis, automatics, ’til we runnin’ out
pull up with them street sweepers then i gun ’em down
i get the drop then i’m comin’ out
i burn your block with a hundred rounds
i got some snipers, you won’t see ’em but they all around, ayy, ye
a true soldier’ll never tell his body count
pull up on the curb, make a n-gga body bounce
a true soldier’ll never tell his body count
pull up on the curb, make a n-gga body bounce

[verse 3: kiddo marv]
cola finger f-ckin’ the trigger, that boy a squeezer
hit your -ss up and then we throw away the heater
we playin’ with choppers, my n-ggas don’t play with nina
rrah rrah, that sh-t louder than a speaker, ayy
dump at us, we dumpin’ back, hit you then we double back
i love the streets even though it never love me back
everywhere i go i keep a stick on me
keep talkin’ like a ho, i shoot your big homie
n-ggas love to start drama ’til they get left in the trauma
pull up on him in all black like phantom of the opera
h-lla choppers, and it sound like helicopters
hit him in the face, now the n-gga need h-lla doctors, we gon’

[verse 4: john wicks]
i be on the block with my forty-five, ayy
i be on the block if a n-gga size me
if a n-gga size my block, wet ’em up
i don’t give a f-ck, c’est la vie, tough
i’ma die for my squad like uh
on my guys, i’m super turned
i’m super turned, i’m super turned

[verse 5: cbe & john wicks]
pull up in that pressure then i’m smokin’ on that gas
slidin’ in the beamer, hit the motor, do the dash (cbe)
clutchin’ on the burner, dirty forty got the thirty clip
gang gang gang, all my n-ggas on that murder sh-t (sniper)
forty with a beam, got ten n-ggas on swoop
robbed me when i was dead broke sellin’ this c0ke
now i pull up in the trap, sell a brick in that sh-t (where you at?)
cappin’ -ss boy, china white, fast flip (glee)
china white, fast flip (fast flip)
cappin’ -ss boy, china white, fast flip, yeah
when i come back flip
then shoot him up n-gga, it’s pooh wet that sh-t
wet that sh-t, sniper gang, you know, and we in that b-tch
sniper, glee, glee

[verse 6: ybj]
bro i keep that thing with me, man in my city
all my n-ggas gettin’ money, all my n-ggas up the road
actin’ like they know me ’cause they know i’m ’bout to blow
even though i know these n-ggas hatin’ on the low, oh
all we do is chase cash, get paper
i don’t really f-ck with you haters
i’m just tryna stack it to the ceiling, to the ceiling
in the hood i’m tryna make a million, make a million
i ain’t f-ck with shawty in a minute, in a minute
i got them bands on me, shawty come and get it, come and get it
i got that heat on me, n-gga i’m a street sweeper
i come through like the grim reaper

- kiddo marv lyrics

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