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marco plus - limbo, pt. 2 lyrics

{backseat [s]miles}
{verse}
yeah, (uh)
i swear to god i give ’em d+ck to suck and two fisticuffs and bruised noggins when the jig is up
i knew a couple guys with two problems and two biscuits tucked
and two homicides was blue lives, it was you guys
plus and smiles, what it do guys, telling blue guys, green guys prevailing new highs and hailing ‘oohlah
who y’all? them other n+ggas
ooh god i ain’t f+ckin with ya
new [?] in the jungle quick to chew y’all and then humble n+ggas
to the gulag with ya mother n+gga, and i f+cked your other sister
man im up to something when you discover then i’ll discover n+gga
running through miles and troubles of pounds of blunts and a thousand rubbles n+gga
you running with smiles and plus, n+gga its f+ck who doubted us

[backseat [s]miles]
{chorus}
told a mothaf+cka back back
i am not ya skin folk
prying for my info
tryna wrap my indo
like the mothaf+ckin trap back
eyeing out my window
rhyming like my kinfolk
i am out of limbo
told a mothaf+cka back back
i am not ya skin folk
prying for my info
tryna wrap my indo
like the mothaf+ckin trap back
eyeing out my window
rhyming like my kinfolk
i am out of limbo
[backseat [s]miles]
{verse}
(uh)
i let a m+th+f+cka know
imma stuff a blunt of dro
with a cup of morning joe
and a sl+t performing throat
and i trust and swore an oath
imma be stunting {?} below
keep it a buck lil bruh a hoe
go for a sl+t then dub his bro
and i don’t love that b+tch
why the f+ck i f+ck her for?
and i don’t run with that clique
what the f+ck im {?} for?
you n+ggas love that sh+t
you n+ggas up to something bro
i cannot trust to f+ck with bro
i am not up for nothin no

{marco plus}
{verse}
i try and run up the f+ckin dough
then i f+ck your brother’s hoe
and then i f+cked the other hoe
and then i f+ck some other hoe
f+ck it its up and stuck with smoke
suckas is touching bucks with dough
and if i clutch i bust the show
to let you m+th+f+ckas know
b+tch im the hottest n+gga out
yeah im the livest n+gga out
hit mad hollywood bars
im the wildest n+gga out
plus i’ll knock a n+gga out
n+ggas popping like they got it figured out
until i rob a n+gga house
then i slide up in his spouse
i don’t play at all
what’s all that hating dog?
just get that paper dog
before i send you to satan dog
because i don’t fight fair
when i pop your ass you gon lie there
while i hit your head and shoulders like dry hair
(n+gga)
[backseat [s]miles]
{chorus}
told a mothaf+cka back back
i am not ya skin folk
prying for my info
tryna wrap my indo
like the mothaf+ckin trap back
eyeing out my window
rhyming like my kinfolk
i am out of limbo
told a mothaf+cka back back
i am not ya skin folk
prying for my info
tryna wrap my indo
like the mothaf+ckin trap back
eyeing out my window
rhyming like my kinfolk
i am out of limbo

{marco plus}
{verse}
(uh), (aye)
i smoke a wood full of that doja before i go to bed
snakes up in the grass
i had to mow it cut the cobra head
give a f+ck bout a demon
ain’t no more b+tch all them folks is dead
i don’t wanna kick it with you hoe
i want your hoe instead
say you a cold k!ller but you went froze
its time to blow the lead
i can see it in your soul
n+gga i know you scared
ain’t got no love for you lil hoe
i got you so mislead
i only love them n+ggas all them knows
and all them folks is dead
n+ggas kriss kross
and i can see you hate to fake the funk
but im the new jermaine dupri
the way i make ’em jump
i blaze a n+gga on the street the way i blaze a blunt
i face the runtz and then race you punks to the greatness
i spray the pump in the face
till the hating f+ck ain’t abrasive
i ain’t the one n+ggas play with
you make a rut
you can lay in it (n+gga)
pour a ‘4 in lemonade
[?] i live for days
im goin kobe hold the culture
im scoping shoulders [?]
[backseat [s]miles]
{chorus}
told a mothaf+cka back back
i am not ya skin folk
prying for my info
tryna wrap my indo
like the mothaf+ckin trap back
eyeing out my window
rhyming like my kinfolk
i am out of limbo
told a mothaf+cka back back
i am not ya skin folk
prying for my info
tryna wrap my indo
like the mothaf+ckin trap back
eyeing out my window
rhyming like my kinfolk
i am out of limbo

- marco plus lyrics

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