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marlo - street talk lyrics

who made this beat
twysted g+nius baby

[verse 1]
for these bricks i get in my bag quicker that’s for them times we ain’t had n+gga
i had to ride to the car, yeah yeah
and she gon’ f+ck a n+gga straight out the car, get you some supercar
and i been in the booth straight spitting bars, these hoes be stupid (?)
b+tch i’m a superstar, who knew i’d come this far
and i really come straight out the dirt, the mud, the crunky junk (the bricks), yeah
big dog on my side, you capping the work i serve you
ain’t playing with my money, you know the k!llers come out the (?) (ain’t playin’ n+gga)
pop (?) to the moon, how the f+ck these n+ggas get rich and they (?)
why the f+ck you called that b+tch, she smashed the crew
b+tch i’m a dog on all these hoes, i smashed them too

[chorus]
i’m goin’ through some things, this sh+t been having my brain (?)
and these n+ggas d+ck riding on n+ggas, i’m tryinna stack these figures, i been
hangin’ with my n+ggas we come from rags to riches, f+cking the baddest b+tches, my n+gga put a glizzy in a casket witchya, yeah yeah
cj, n+gga you wondering
and why i dropped down to my knees, start crying when i heard you the victim (f+ck)
and i hit the block every night, thinkin’, sh+t, god, take me with him (take me)
and i know my life just like a movie, sh+t be a motion picture
[verse 2]
yeah, some of my partners like brothers, n+ggas bene right there with me
having these shootouts, after shootouts poppin’ these twin glizzies (brrt)
i can’t even lie, got in my feelings, say you don’t get the bag n+gga
(?)
and long live shady yeah, rest in peace my baby yeah
riri you my baby girl, wish a n+gga can give you the world (my baby)
they gave earl (?) five and he ain’t even catch a murder (free earl)
flippin’ these pigeons, in the kitchen, we hit the block and we work it
we them n+ggas that (?), but i know you heard about us
the only time my n+gga watched the news is when he done dropped a body
gotta keep it cool with all my opps, these n+ggas are foe to the cops
(?)

[outro]
i been, hangin’ with my n+ggas we come from rags to riches, f+cking the baddest b+tches, my n+gga put a glizzy in a casket witchya
hangin’ with my n+ggas we come from rags to riches

- marlo lyrics

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