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marley g - izzup lyrics

hook:x2
b-tch it’s up don’t give a f-ck bout how you come
clutching a choppa wit ah drum for any n-gga who want war b-tch we the mob

verse:1
ever loss i took i bounce back
you like it f-ck it deal wit me
ian never been a d-ck riding
i’m just tryna get a mill ticket
sick wit it sh-t i’m wearing em matching
but it fly cause the sh-t plenty
but you in the blender and shoot your lil brother and slap your b-tch but i don’t hit women (yea yea)
that probably flew over your head
f-ck wit my money you dead
i got the pressure yea shoot for his head and that stupid tool in my bed
like came in it but it’s marley 2 society
you want a feature n-gga wire me
the b-tch stayed made her partner leave
fire weed smell like cottage cheese
yea you know how i come young n-gga living how i want
1900 in the drum smoking trees bud through like palms
from the vill i ain’t never change
catch em (blook em) leave his sh-t hanging see you want attention that’s a ranger bust a n-gga sh-t and make him famous

hook:x2
b-tch it’s up don’t give a f-ck bout how you come
clutching a choppa wit ah drum for any n-gga who want war b-tch we the mob

verse:2
say b-tch i’m strapped up like the navy
p-ssy n-gga if you want me come get me
be wit some k!lla -ss n-gga who don’t give a f-ck about no lyrics or image
when say moma i’m connected to (?)
marley gang military round me city
i went from sleeping on beds that was p-ssy to sitting to that table with n-ggas with millions
still gon wack a n-gga i catch him slipping
let these b-tches penetrate his liver
threw up myself i ain’t calling no hitta
cause when it up it stuck it’s gon get wicked
n-gga play with marley g now he missing
i was chilling p-ssy n-gga was tripping
stepped in his blood turned my j’s into christian
ain’t f-cked up my body i been sleeping relentless
im tryna this b-tch i gotta a pencil
he ain’t no lil boy if he got a pistol
wanna be gonna f-ck gon k!ll him
it is what it is b-tch it can’t get any realer
cause when it’s up stuck p-ssy try your luck you gon get your sh-t bust
ion give a f-ck up you get shot at my show i got choppas under the bus

hook:x2
b-tch it’s up don’t give a f-ck bout how you come
clutching a choppa wit ah drum for any n-gga who want war b-tch we the mob

- marley g lyrics

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