marriii3x - untitled lyrics
[intro]
you the type to type a lot
my b+tch like to swipe a lot
i ain’t got no time for it swipe ’em out
yea, yeah
runnin’ through her walls, i feel like juggernaut
runnin’ through her walls, i feel like juggernaut
i be up in sp+ce, i feel like astronaut
i might pass out
yeah, smokin’ on exotic got me passing out, yeah
all them hoes, so many hoes, i got pass ’em out
[pre+chorus]
let me hit y’all both
let me hit y’all both, ’cause y’all look like twins
let me hit y’all both, ’cause y’all look like twins
we can all win
we can all win
we can all win
(thank you marriii)
i won’t argue with no trick
i’m on god time, i’on need no еxorcist, yeah
gotta get bro the assist
yеah, money poppin’ up like a cyst (ok)
[chorus]
you the type to type a lot
i be with my b+tch she like to swipe a lot
yeah
n+gga talkin’ down then we might just swipe ’em out
runnin’ through her walls i feel like juggernaut
[hook]
runnin’ through her walls, i feel like juggernaut (go)
runnin’ through her walls, i feel like juggernaut (go)
i be up in outer sp+ce, i feel like astronaut (oh)
all these d+mn hoes, i might pass ’em out (oh)
yeah, smokin’ on exotic got me passing out
swerving in my lane, i ain’t crashing out
i’m the one these n+ggas keeping tabs about, yeah
i’m the one they steady asking about
[verse]
i feel like ken carson, b+tch i might just x ’em out
her titties did, baby let me f+ck ’em, let me test ’em out
turn my shoulder+
turn my shoulders to a mount (bring that ass here)
you can’t please n0body, always something new to b+tch about
these trackstar ass n+ggas run they mouth (throw me sum)
she like, “marriii you can take my north and south.”
i say, “baby you can just give me that mouth”
i speak to childish hoes like they some kids
they ain’t see the vision, so they cut back on they bids
i’m gripping on her thighs, taste her baby back ribs
keep some foreigns in rotation ‘case i trip out to the ‘ribbs, ok
uh uh, uh
if i turn you to my sl+t, baby come on now you know what it is
if i turn you to my sl+t, then you can’t mix yo’ feelings with this
(shhh)
i inhale the smoke, i been had my gils (tre)
boost it with the pill, she gone’ pop a pill (uh)
she gone’ f+ck me good, p+ssy on my plate
f+ck my other b+tch (na), i can’t skip no meals
i got+get my plate, thanksgiving
b+tch she wanna+
bih want me to wait, i say girl you cray
i’m not the type to stick around, it’s easy hide the evil with my face
put a broke b+tch in her place
i can’t let no dusty b+tch in my estate (yeah)
and she wanna eat the yickiii, we ain’t did no dates
and i’m headed out the country with it
shout out haits, yeah sak pase (cheee)
i got n+ggas with really with that yabba ye
dump her after three strikes, like i cut my ties with ye
i ain’t with that he say, she say
i’ll f+ck the sh+t outta ziwe, b+tch everyday a me day
i’ll take your pain away, marriii be your midol
i complete the cycle, i complete the cycle
b+tch this is my sidle, this is my recital (uh)
i’on got no title n+gga
yeah
i ain’t got no muf+ckin’ title
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