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lil l.a. marz – ouat in mke lyrics

lil l.a. marz + ouat in mke
lyrics

verse:
long time ago, i mean long ago, like me 1 years old
nah dats too far, don’t remember sh+t, up dat wit more control
ok 5, i had me a scooter, don’t remember bikes
awh dat was 6, and wit a computer, thought dat sh+t was nice
remember crib, 4917, on north hunnit fifth
dats where i lived, close by silver springs, all day same no diff
but it’s on hampton, you hear n+ggas slammin’, backseat be on flip
dey shoot like canon, no not talkin’ nick, b+tch i’m talmbout fl!cks
dat’s a camera, she on dat a lot, know dat b+tch name sandra
white like dandruff, she ripped off her top, tits built like a panda
“she 16?, how you f+ck wit dat?” n+gga be a creep
gave her a bean, he tore up her ass, said don’t say a thing
sh+t i’m off topic, lost track on da story, find it like it’s dory
awh yeah wait, think i got it back, cuz i left off gory
ight bet, i remember school, thought dat it was coo
no i didn’t, dat ain’t f+ckin’ true, i was tryna bool
it was 4th grade, had my first fight, thought dat i was tuff
sh+t dats a cap, i was sheddin’ tears, all for talkin’ tongue
catch me outside, after f+ckin’ lunch, recess imma bust
finished fast, got me h+lla numb, sh+t was f+ckin’ dumb
rockin’ cornrows better than da field, dey thought it was ill
can’t lie bout pain, sh+t hurt like a b+tch, it’s in there like a drill
up in fifth, or i think da sixth, prolly both, ok?
i’m talkin’ grades, sh+t don’t even matter, barely passed wit a’s
i know 6th grade, back of both my hands, even know da date
of when i came, but i do regret, for dat u gotta wait
on a monday, october 22nd, 2012
since dat day, started carin’ for more sh+t for myself
now i’m 12, stole my teacher watch, kept it for a week
in my bag, chillin’ at da bottom, thought dat sh+t was geeked
i’m in my room, sister asked for it, said, “found it on da street”
caught wit da opps, dat cop name was suzy, mom called me a thief
now a freshie, big 14 like trippie, grew up h+lla petty
i’m a magnet, trappin’ all hoes, dey thought i was s+xy
wasn’t much, mostly snow bunnies, wanted me sum caramel
‘course da chocolate, need dat ass on large, not no lil ass marbles
junior year, got head from a thot, it was during lunch
on new year’s day, in a f+ckin’ class, no one there to bug
asked, “wanna f+ck?”, i said, “f+ckin’ nah”, nope forgot da sock
she disappointed, didn’t give a f+ck, b+tch swallowed a quad
senior year, highlight of da sh+t, still don’t f+ck wit it
meant da school, ‘member l regret i came, so this is it
school name whitnall, had a lotta sh+t, now it’s renamed sh+tnall
i’m for real, racist as a b+tch and lamer den a kindle
broke as f+ck, can’t afford nuff busses, all dem be 3 seated
sh+t be weird, n+ggas h+lla g+y for always screamin’, “p+n+s”
on da south, i wan innidat, cuz i’m from da north
shut yo mouth, talmbout i’m from greenfield, dat ain’t where i’m born
414, b+tch i’m from milwaukee, we bout all da force
not da jets, not da f+ckin’ shoes, f+cked hard like it’s p+rn
n+gga pause, i ain’t gon resume til dat bro out da door
back to bidness, 1300 get to cleanin’ like sum chores
no it ain’t g+y, if you talkin’ mops, on custodian
shoot at yo top, turned you to a whale, it’s dat mobey d+ck
got em blind, wit da f+ckin’ gleam, no he don’t see sh+t
no not props, yes it shoot you pale, choppa sing like chris
yeah chris brown, take you outta town, take you down to h+ll
i saw yo mom, turned her f+ckin’ grave, she’s ashamed as well
come to think, ain’t her name mitch+ll, met dat b+tch in jail
f+cked her good, got her soakin’ wet, like wisconsin dells
dats a fact, ain’t no lie right there, on god dat b+tch on splash
no strings attached, issa triple brick, 3x uzi racks
back to da present, b+tch we in da trap, .45 on dat taki
414, once upon a time, welcome to milwaukee
dats da end, hope you learn from dis, which you prolly won’t
but you good, don’t ask me for sh+t, b+tch don’t hit my phone
it’s not to me, if a n+gga k!lled, not my bone to fetch
dat be yo dawg, it’s yo f+ckin’ choice, do you throw or catch

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