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marrgielaa - da klan lyrics

[verse 1: marrgielaa]
(uh, yuh)
spin on yo block in a minivan (f+ck, n+gga!)
i’m in the hood, n+gga, like the klan
whip out the glock, then the n+gga ran
i’m in the trap, and i make a band
drum on the stick, n+gga, like a band
b+tch on my d+ck, yeah that hoe a fan
i don’t do percs, b+tch i do the xans
i don’t do percs, b+tch i do the drank
close range [?], hit him with the shank
m+made 10 racks goin’ to the bank
sticked up, i’mma shoot at the tank!
sticked up, man i feel like the army
i keep the glock, ain’t n0body harm me
i’m sippin’ purple, b+tch i’m sippin’ barney
i’m sippin’ purple, b+tch i’m sippin’ lean
what’s on yo head? n+gga that’s my beam
i’m on the court shootin’ at yo team!
f+f+ck the court, b+tch i be in the field
i pop percs, and i love the feel!
street n+gga, yeah i’m keepin’ it real
i’m gettin’ rich, b+tch, without a deal!

[verse 2: smokingskul]
yeah (okay!)
yeah!
i’m yo hood and i got a role
extended clip, i don’t reload
stick a plug, he ain’t pay what he owed
gucci shades, i don’t match the status quo
n+ggas done switched up, turned me grimey
all of these rap n+ggas tryna sound like me
walk in that crib, n+gga don’t mind me
i’m off the radar, you can’t find me
turn they hood upside down
think i was bk, with the red crown
turned that n+gga trap to the fed grounds
supressed automac’, it don’t make a sound
tec gon’ freeze, n+gga like jam
what you gon’ say in front of that [?]?
when it’s time to shoot, n+ggas off the radar
you a façade, you ain’t who you say you are
[verse 3: yvngxchris]
do the dash in that godd+mn racecar
glock ending cl!ckin’ like it’s a sp+cebar
take me a b+tch n+gga off the radar
wait, lemme count my bread real quick
(money counter noises) [hahaha!]
i’m in the hood, n+gga like the klux
get back gang, i don’t give no f+cks
and i’m finna do the opps like a rapist
hop out the van, then they gettin’ touched
b+tch, i got a young n+gga, he like giannis
he’ll do anything for them bucks
man, i swear to god, that hoe too sl+tty
she’ll do anything to get f+cked
and why in the f+ck did you drop that bum ass mixtape?
every f+cking song sucked!
just like yvngxchris, lil’ b+tch, get back
oh wait, that’s me!
that stick hit his ass a+s+a+p
and i got me a baguette on my d+mn ap, oh sh+t!
yeah, i spent like 25 bands on wrists
now she tryna f+ck, she all on my d+ck
she suckin’ it sloppy (ugh!), spit
and just like a ladder, b+tch i’m [?]

[interlude: yvngxchris]
yeah, p+ssy n+gga
stop f+ckin’ playin’
[verse 4: yvngxchris]
spin through yo block in that f+ckin ‘vetta (f+ck, n+gga!)
bktherula, we tweakin’ together
keep me the glock, then pass it to giela

[outro: yvngxchris]
hahahahaha!
b+tch!
yeah!

- marrgielaa lyrics

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