marie rockets - don’t test me lyrics
marie rockets
b+tch, don’t test me, b+tch, don’t dare me, i cut up your psyche, ‘bout to make the next hit
tired of this lame sh+t, bout to make a habit
don’t have the money but got it in me
thanks to mami and papi for giving me this sh+t, giving me the talent
work my ass off and go to college
got your next girl under my collar
playing both parts, i’m bout to holla
real quiet for most part, get feisty if i wanna touch it
sleeping all day, to cut time, being paranoid that’s the first void but don’t provoke it u might not take it you might not make it and not for later
real cute when i wanna, real bad if i gotta
don’t dare me to holla cause thats not my part (x2)
don’t test mе, don’t test me, don’t test mе, don’t test me
now you wanna come up my way and talk to me like you boss but you just not
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