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marc vinyls - so fine lyrics

[intro]
they don’t really know that i’m gon’ be the one
only show love when they on the f-cking drugs
i’ve been on the go and i’ve been counting all these bugs
this the f-cking song that make you all turn up

[verse 1]
call me the greatest, just get a couple b-tches
gather up them hoes, oh my god it’s f-cking christmas
switching up my f-cking flow, they would never ever know
keep ’em guessing, on their toes
icy, icy i’m so cold
really gotta know, really finna blow
all these rhymes are getting old
f-ck these rappers’ sold out shows
cuz they sold their souls
you just know i keep it g cuz i’m indie
all these people showing love but they really ain’t with me
i got words on the papers so the boys start flowing
they talk sh-t but in my face they say to keep it on going

[bridge]
i’m so fine, so fine, so fine, so fine, so fine, so fine, yeah
i’m so fine, so fine, so fine, so fine, so fine, so fine, yeah

[verse 2]
i’m so fine, my mind goin’ intertwined
with the money in the charts that i start to climb
you been running but you too behind
i’m looking up to god and i see that motherf-cking shrine
understand my mojo, they looking at they polo
i’m sipping on that solo watching hope buy that go-pro
where’s the go-pro for that photo
they don’t know, all these fists of b-tches they gotta go, though
i’m all up on these calls
see the money coming in like it’s niagara falls
i really gotta ball
i’m feeling like the man
bat’s super iron, ice all up in the jam
motherf-cker

[bridge]
whatcha know?
whatcha know?
whatcha know?
whatcha know?
they just want the money and all the fame
i just want the recognition in this game
they just want the money and all the fame
i just want the recognition in this game

[verse 3 (ehfar)]
i swear these motherf-ckers don’t play they positions
i know we finna f-ck the game up with this one
got a call from overseas, four numbers only
if we talking ’bout the feed, no it’s falling on me
i hit up vinyls like what’s the word he told me to get
i tell him look man we’ve been to fifty-fifty and split it
aye
you know we finna f-ck the game up today
i said i’mma throw these bucks up,i i make it rain
i said ain’t no f-cking thing gonna change
and i’mma do it til the world know my name
i probably do it til your b-tch be on my chain
she ain’t letting go, i finna let her hang
yeah, i’mma let her bang now
i said ain’t sh-t the same, now
coast to coast, feel like it blow up
load pad got me so stub
rapper only, don’t do know blunts
nah nah, p-ss me no blunts
n-gg-
i said, got that sh-t all in my lungs
n-gg-
yeah i’m thumbing, thumbing through these ones
n-gg-
then i make it rain up on that pole now
i ain’t gotta say it she should go down
what
yeah

[outro]
only showing love
when they on the f-cking drugs
drugs

- marc vinyls lyrics

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