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madmarcc – believe me lyrics

[intro: madmarcc]
tried to tell you it was over, you ain’t believe me
now you looking at my eyes, you surprised
thinking to myself like how the h-ll i let this little b-tch deceive me
i get my glock and go to work, ain’t got no time for a verse
them p-ssy n-ggas blind, they cannot see me
they keep on calling my name, i call ‘em stevie
and i’ve been wondering to myself why they want to be me
b-tch we posted in the temp with them glocks and them db’s

[verse 1: madmarcc]
every day a n-gga rushing
pull up on them boys with them choppas, young n-gga i get to bussin’
n-ggas talking crazy so i’m clutching
everywhere i go, them n-ggas looking at my face like i’m ugly
pull up on your buddy with my buddy that’s a 30
hanging out the window catch ‘em down do ‘em dirty
n-ggas want to beef, i grab that choppa when i eat
i get to squeezing in that p-ssy, i ain’t talking bout the sl-tty
might just pour a deuce in that [?] my kidney muddy
pull up on your boo and i f-ck her like i’m her hubby
choppa get to whackin’, them bodies gone get to stacking when them bullets come through and rip your sh-t like a puddle
ima send a blitz, i know they plotting when they huddle
when my wife get to calling, i told my b-tch you better shut up
when that money starts falling, them b-tches p-ssy just get wetter
better trust i got a belt on
i’m tryna get me a medal

[bridge: db omerta]
man hold on, ima call you right back
man marcc, you see that n-gga -ss over there
oh i gotta go get him, hand me the stick
oh yeah, hop out the car

[verse 2: db omerta]
the way that db get to sw-ngin’
me and lil ma pop out the cut with sticks and yea we aimin’
heard he want some smoke, we pushing up yea we ain’t playing
tryna up the score on n-ggas so we blitzing when we play ‘em
blitzing when we playing, we ain’t going back and forth with no n-gga
me and marcc pushing up with them sticks we gonna get ‘em
heard that was your sister young n-gga, well db hit her
me and marcc keep the bag (yeah), bust it down the middle
hunnids and them fifties, yeah n-gga we want big figures
heard that was your b-tch (yeah, huh?), n-gga go figure
and you know we poppin’, young n-gga we keep big pistols
glocks and [?] yeah them b-tches sending big [?]
big missile, yeah we gonna get ‘em
hunnid round drum poppin’ out the bookbag, yeah we gonna flip ‘em

(hunnid round drum poppin’ out the bookbag, yeah we gonna flip ‘em)

- madmarcc lyrics

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