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marrgielaa – fifty lyrics

[luisss]
been getting racks n+gga call me the band man
bands in my left and the glock in my right hand
[?] gucci down xanman
[?] batman
i’m up in metropolis chillin wit superman
chillin wit soulja boy, hitting the superman
i’m finna send that boy to the angels
yeah but i’m chillin wit [?]
stuck ya head in ya dreams like freddy
shooter cole bennett but i’m not talkin [?]
get a girl 5 nights at my crib not talkin freddy’s
finna leave him like the brother of+
no fortnite but i stay wit the whiplash
i feel like autumn! i think the whip might crash
he talk down ima knock off his (eyelash?)
[?]
these n+ggas be funny they tpindell
harry potter the glock it’s casting a spеll
i feel like yeat n+gga, herе’s a bell
i just poured a 8 i feel like yams
[glofromda4]
glo
w+w+walk in yo trap finna hit me a l!ck
i’m feeling like morty, walk out wit the rick
i’m wit luisss n+gga we gon slide wit a stick
n+ggas talking down but my pockets be on brick
i been pouring the 4 got a young n+gga sick
and i be wit my dogs n+gga like a b+tch
grrrr
walk in the trap wit a hunnid
you say i’m broke n+gga show me a hunnid uh
i get the pack and i punt it
lil bro u not hard n+gga stop all that frontin
[?]
and i keep the gl!ck on me boy i don’t lack
that n+gga talk down he get put in a+
that n+gga talk down he get put in a pack b+tch
n+ggas beefing over hoes
and my shooters they on go
my .556s hit his nose
said he want smoke we kick his door
yo b+tch gon suck d+ck on the low
yo b+tch gon suck d+ck cause i’m 4
i keep that glock on me fa sho
don’t make me bring out f+ckin pole b+tch
[marrgielaa]
b+tch
one shot to his head leave his ass in a casket
oh f+ck, that n+gga a f+
african n+gga i slide wit a basket
i’m wit a stick tryna catch him in traffic
walk out the house wit the glock i ain’t lackin
shoot at n+gga if i see him flaggin
f+ck happened to the beat?
f+ck it
1, 2 b+tch
bullets go straight for you
b+b+been on the block n+gga since i was 2
why these n+ggas hating i don’t have a clue
i know he broke ain’t nothing new
i ain’t a crip but my hunnids they pop
talk down he get hit wit a .762
bullets gon hit make a n+gga go “oooooo”
[?] n+gga come get yo b+tch back
i’m gon drive fast in the car til the whip crash
n+gga got shot but he ain’t get his l!ck back
glock on my side make a lil n+gga get back
draco on me and this sh+t got some kickback
draco on me and this sh+t got some uh
man y’all n+ggas ain’t got guns
if i see 12 ima run
if he talking down he done
cause we shooting at his son
and that n+gga broke man he don’t got no funds
i’ll k!ll a n+gga i do it for fun
me and the gang at the top number 1
smoking yo brother feel it in my lungs b+tch
[slump6s]
dakota where are you?
that n+gga talking get hit wit a boulder
the glock in my hand give a f+ck bout a holster
you and yo b+tch in a argument
then she be hitting my phone steady calling me over
n+gga i feel like i’m uzi that boy talking down on my name then i gave him the shoulder
b+tch i need a mil
i’m going up give a f+ck how he feel
put him on the screen i ain’t talking bout phil, doctor
b+tch in the crib sucking d+ck, shocker
i’m tryna hit me a l!ck
i got a glock and that bih got a kick, soccer
no i ain’t talking shaquille but she getting annoying
i might have to f+ck around and block her
she seen all my money she calling me magic
i’m feeling like harry no potter
call me a blood how i come out the cut
i+i got a choppa it’s the size of a truck
that n+gga brain is the size of a nut
she all in my face hoe you doing too much
i been on the street got a uav
my choppa been shooting like two kds
i been on the block like a new ad
you stealing my swag, boy you can’t be me b+tch

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