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marlon craft - xxl freshmen craftstyle lyrics

young playboi, word to carti
i’m gettin xxx rated with shorty after the party
f-ck the lethargy, told her aye, we could boogy
and tomorrow i won’t give you the cold shoulder girl
no hoodie needed, all my women fully g*nius
shit, your sole intention to get inside of me i’m tryin be inspired
she way more than just vagina
shouts to all the fire women in the world that i admire who k!ll it in male-dominated spaces like kamaiyah
quick to make my offenders lose
that’s word to my tennis shoes it’s all love
we make a lotta racket but can’t match me
every bar harsh and make every letter a kap, g
it’s my time to work, that shift’s over like where caps be
i honestly ain’t seein haters that be seein me
shit i just mostly let em rock, word to pnb
slid in the game’s dms, she let me hit, they thought they got a chance
now i’m makin money moves, i don’t gotta dance
yo i’m here and that’s just the way that it be, yo
shit, everything i make cold like it’s madeintyo
but i ain’t from the 6, i been out here rollin 7s
yall channel 11 dudes only worry bout the pics
“craft why you go so hard?”
amine, it’s hip hop right?
but son, i ain’t comin for no one but the spotlight, trust
i ain’t here to f-ck up n-body money, dog
but come at craft and i promise it’ll get ugly, god
so you should smile like kyle or will w quickly
they yellin tryin compensate like they got lil d-ckys
30 year olds with teenage emotions, grown yachtys
that’s who i see in this industry like yall gon stop me?
i’m playin poker, this ain’t black jack
they takin shots but nothing happens like the lenz of the kodak black
i’m the one i miss the anderson that’s word to paak, jack
i could really rap man, f-ck a desiigner backpack
i used to hoop up in harlem, that’s word to dave east
in the park playin 21 i was a savage
i was hittin shots like curry, you was denzel with the actin’
i give you my life for real, you come from fictitious factions
and we live in america where yo, the truth it hurts
no matter how high you jump you can’t out-jump the uzi vert
word to sean bell, them dudes got hit with more than 44
but yall think hov got too serious on 4:44?
shit, i swear these new kids is herbs, bro
type to get chiefed for herb yo, oregano victims
shit, they can’t get my stamp, take the envelope wit em
half em probly ain’t wrote a letter, you won’t get my opinion
and now i gave you the last 20 freshmen in the verse
i ain’t disrespectin, yall decide who’s better with the words
i just had to let you know in case you never see me there
just remember not every freshman make it to senior year
for real

- marlon craft lyrics

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