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kidx (rapper) - mariana trenches lyrics

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[verse 1]
got the numbers up, now they countin’ on me
split his ass like divorce for the alimony
going fast like a horse how she bouncin’ on me
keep a saddle on me
tried to battle with me, now he tryna tattle on me
new berreta not without it, it got dallas on it
i’m a cowboy wit’ it, hit ’em, then i gallop off
prolly need some tylenol with how the bullets bouncin’ off ’em
bust a couple extra shots ’cause the sound is awesome
songs tougher then ’em all from the town that i’m in
cookin’ up with sons of socrates, you’re bound to drop a hit
tell a thot up front that i could be a slob often
ask the b+tch are you gon’ offer me the slob often
she insist to assist call her john stockton
shawty tense need assistance crawl on top then
whacked him and left a gap i chrisean rocked him
gas mix with addy past ten i’m in a rocket
blastin’ and if i crash, i repeat the process
back in the day was rizzin’ at religious lock+ins
that’s different had d+ck and now she livin’ lawless
cappin’ she actin’ christian, talkin’, stick the c+ck in
thot b+tches follow fast, but they not stalkin’
shot his whip, i shatter glass, call me darryl dawkins
on ten ’til i pipe, she turn to stephen hawking
opp b+tches always typing, call ’em stephen hawking
[verse 2]
bro got caught up with the sauce, never got lost in
it don+dada i’m the boss if i call a shot then
all the shottas know the process we got ya spot then
pull up on ya at the projects, we not knocking
i was gonna f+ck the thot, yet she said she got kids
i ain’t coming to ya spot, they be c+ck blockin’
i ain’t finna be they father, i got options
always stuck up in my thoughts, yeah, these halls haunt me
growin’ up it wasn’t moms, it was all aunty
so young, last time i saw her, called her mommy
still love ’cause her problems are not beyond me
but i’m numb ’cause ’em scars always gon’ be on me
i love drugs more than god ’cause on god they got me
i pill pop like my papa, he must got strong genes
still opps to get mopped up wet up the block please
l!cks spotted lacking, stocked up, no way, i’m not dreaming
it’s not mariana in the trenches, mobbin’ deep
had the glock in his locker, bro brought it to the bleachers
it dropped out his pocket, but they did not see
’cause i’m talkin’ improper don’t mean i’m not thinkin’
you lost in your thoughts, bruh, you just a zombie
i know we all want a god, but we only got demons
so godd+mnit will jesus just call to me



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