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marc el. - 8o lyrics

ayy
woooo
turn the headphones up
turn it up.. turn it up…
yeah
yeah

call up the fireman i’m bout to drop
bottles on bottles man i’m bout to pop
murder this beat man i don’t need a glock
i’m taking your b-tch and she giving me top
woah

bars drop on you trap kids who do whack sh-t for a smash hit
cl-ssics for you basterds i’ve got mad hits in my backpack
gold bars like i’m shabba ranks
spit bars for the motherland
don’t forget to check the blindspot
mirror mirror imma icon
barely sleep man i’m too woke
i’m the one yeah i’ve been chose
flow cold like the pen froze
always been quick to dispose
all you fake rappers with the p-ss flows
tryna survive i’m on the hunt you are the prey
do you capiche
ay do you capiche

2017, these n-gg-s looking at me strange
sh-t been hot up in the game, i dropped a tape, it ain’t the same
used to looking at my past, man, i had to change the views
if i fall i never lose, i get back up and make a move
got my tape buzzing, n-gg-s wanna do them features
i got up in the game, these haters watch me from the bleachers
counting up these franklins like my first name aretha
i won’t stop rapping till we selling out arenas
get up on the mic, i introduce it to the reaper
you shallow rappers need a paddle when i spit this ethern
always on defence like i’m tryna play a keeper
never wife a chick unless she got me like ayesha
surrell

call up the fireman i’m bout to drop
bottles on bottles man i’m bout to pop
murder this beat man i don’t need a glock
i’m taking your b-tch and she giving me top
woah

- marc el lyrics

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