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marrgielaa – scary 2 lyrics

[intro]
aye yuh b+tch

[verse]
i’m sticked up in the trap wit the gang
f+ckin that b+tch i don’t know her name
see 12 then i turn to usain
i ain’t the side n+gga i’m the main
if he talk down bullet skraight to his brain
i’m off the percs, n+gga i’m insane
n+gga get shot reachin for me chain
i’m on the block, n+gga wit the gang
you ain’t in the skreet, n+gga you a lame
she wanna f+ck cause i got fame
she wanna f+ck me n+gga for my diamonds
s+s+straight to the top n+gga yea i’m climbin
b+b+boy you ain’t solid n+gga why he lyin
i just took yo b+tch and i had you cryin
i just took yo b+tch you tried endin yo life
i’m only at home n+gga f+ckin yo wife
gun on my side i ain’t using knife
if it’s on sight i don’t wanna fight
glock in my left hand perc in the right
f+ckin yo b+tch and i’m doing it right
masked up go hit a stain late night
i’m in thе dark, i don’t f+ck wit light
i’m in the dark but my diamonds still shining
i’m smoking trees like i came from thе island
b+tch you the plug, n+gga i’m supplying
oh that’s yo man’s? n+gga well he dyin
oh that’s yo man’s? we put him in the ground
spinning yo block and im gunning you down
i’m in the trap, n+gga moved the pounds
i’m in the uh, wait
caught that n+gga man this sh+t gon get scary
f+ckin on hoes i don’t wanna marry
f+f+f+ckin on hoes man i’m not tryna cuff
i’m from the skreets where this sh+t get rough
n+ggas be cap acting like they tough
how many guns? b+tch i got enough
how many guns? i got plenty
outta this world, i feel like 20
h+how many hoes? n+gga i got many
look at my tee, n+gga and it’s fendi
my diamonds cold, feelin like benji
walk down ima slide wit a semi
run down on em and the stick fully auto
we k!lled yo brother, can’t see you tomorrow
you don’t got sticks? n+gga you can borrow
my life a game n+gga grand theft auto
my life a game n+gga gta
i’m on the block trappin everyday
get to the money n+gga anyway
never lackin gotta walk wit a k
run to the bag i ain’t doin no race
come to the spot wit a mask on my face
shoot at the witness n+gga f+ck a case
i’m in the trap and i’m makin plays
g+gotta a stick and i run in yo place
i’m off a perc n+gga i’m in sp+ce
don’t come near b+tch i need my sp+ce
oh that’s a thot kick her out my place
oh that’s a thot, f+ckin dip
glock on my side, stay on my hip
i’m in my bag, n+gga like chips
where is yo brother? n+gga r.i.p

- marrgielaa lyrics

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