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marrgielaa – emmit till lyrics

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[intro]
hey
(p+ssy ass n+gga)
i’m not a rapper (i’m not !)
(don’t come here, look how much men in midfield !)
(batty bwoy !)
(hey, yeah yeah yeah)

[verse 1]
n+ggas not in the f+cking field
in the trap and i keep it real
’bout some money i ain’t got no deal
i’m finna go crazy cause i like the feel
i ain’t go to rehab, i like them pills
my diamonds drown like emmit till
n+gga f+ck that school, i’m in the field
young n+gga but (?)
(?)
run in your trap, don’t care how you feel
murder (?)
percs on my (), b+tch i feel like
nice t++th, i do not got grill
r+t+rd but i’m still real
?
on the traffic, n+gga, do not get k!lled
?
i’m going up, ’til i get a mil’
i catch a opp than i pull out the trill
i’m f+cking your b+tch, and i love the feel
(?)
yeah i got thirty rounds in this stick
b+tch
(?) trynna gеt rich
(?) but i still got the stick
i’m ok, cause i got that, b+tch
(i’m with your broke ninе n+gga rich) ?
i pull up
i’m with the young n+ggas in the whip
i see the police, n+gga
i got the drugs, than i make it flip
glock on me, keep the b+tch on my hip
i’m with your b+tch, and she’s on my
i got the gucci, n+gga, different drip
n+gga that’s wildkard (?)
wildkard
police tryna f+ck me up like georges floyd
i just see 12, b+tch i get avoid
i got percs, n+gga not no steroid
how you in trap, but your name troy ?
i’m not a grown men, i’m a boy
i had to jugg, (?), b+tch !
[bridge]
f+cking corn’
n+ggas say i’m r+t+rd
i’m best r+t+rd, then
b+tch !

[verse 2]
they bite me ’cause you know that i started
i don’t give a f+ck if i’m r+t+rded
jehova witness at my door don’t get me started
(?)
i’m in the camp, n+gga, like a sergent
i’m not a rapper or a artist
i feel like kinte when i’m starving
never told the police “good morning”
’cause they trynna lock me up
you (?), you’re broke as f+ck
sippin’ green (?)
i shoot the n+gga like he was a duck
he say he rob me, what the f+ck
i’m with your b+tch, n+gga and she suck
i keep the ar, f+cking cuck
you tryna run up, then you have a look

[outro]
hey, no cap
i’m not a rapper, none of that men
shot out perc40



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