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messy marv – you already know lyrics

[intro]
pass me that test n+gga, slow motion right now, i love texas
aye hawk we had to do this

[chorus]
i’m a mothaf+ckin’ fool mayn, you already know
me and my murder men’ll run through your front do’
put the ruger in ya mouth and hit you with the calico
you ain’t bout what i’m bout lil n+gga you a ho
i’m a mothaf+ckin’ fool mayn, you already know
me and my murder men’ll run through your front do’
put the ruger in ya mouth and hit you with the calico
you ain’t bout what i’m bout lil n+gga you a ho

[verse 1: messy marv]
big rocks and glocks and all that sh+t (all that sh+t)
gangsta than a mothaf+ckin son of a b+tch (than a son of a b+tch)
you know i keep it mafia like tela and prince (yeah)
i’m about that dirty bay though’ like pac and rich (like pac and rich)
blowin’ on a bag, twenty+two’s on skinnies
cook the soft and get a hardaway like penny
i come up from nuthin’ what you hatin’ me fo’? (hatin’ me fo)
and i ain’t tryna reach on you, but you makin’ me though
just look for the set man, you know we there
you’ll get smashed on lil n+gga i swear
i’m a mothaf+ckin’ fool like y’all don’t know (like y’all don’t know)
like i won’t spazz out and won’t rap no mo’ (uh+huh)
like i won’t yank it ’til it don’t clap no mo’ (clap no mo’)
like them nutty n+ggas ain’t got my back no mo’ (imagine that)
i’m in a ol’school chevy mayn, palmin’ on wood
this for them n+ggas tycoonin’ but still in the hood
[chorus]
i’m a mothaf+ckin’ fool mayn, you already know
me and my murder men’ll run through your front do’
put the ruger in ya mouth and hit you with the calico
you ain’t bout what i’m bout lil n+gga you a ho
i’m a mothaf+ckin’ fool mayn, you already know
me and my murder men’ll run through your front do’
put the ruger in ya mouth and hit you with the calico
you ain’t bout what i’m bout lil n+gga you a ho

[verse 2: messy marv]
fillmo’ to new orleans, mayn we get that cheese (get that cheese)
b+tch quit playin’ with me, get on yo knees (get on yo knees)
keep ya bammer weed ho, i smoke purple
one hit’ll make you talk like steve urkle (aow)
blowin’ on a bag, twenty+two’s on skinnies
choppin’+choppin’ swishas down, drinkin’ my remy
ridin+ridin through servin’ droppin’ off cream
knockin’+k+ckin’ michael watts, with my fo’+fifteens
hand on my iron, mayn i got fiya (fire)
twenty inch wires with the gold to the tyre (to the tyre)
n+gga why you bullsh+ttin’? we clap back
you know the fo’ five n+gga, we clap mack
i’m all the way in the bay sippin’ on lean
it got a n+gga feelin’ so fresh so clean
i’m in my ol’school chevy mayn, palmin’ on wood
this for my n+ggas tycoonin’ but still in the hood

[verse 3: yukmouth]
you ain’t ’bout what i’m about, run up in a n+gga house
pistol whoop him and his spouse, put his scrilla in tha pouch
then i’m out, yukmouth, big bag like santa
i’ll make you dance like hammer
the black tony montana, weighing them grams up
ears glued to the scanner, hookin’ my fam up
cram up in my grey goose, scoopin’ that lamb up
i’m in detroit with cheddar boys sparkin that ganz up
or at the strip club with jazze pha in atlanta
but still i’m a mothaf+ckin fool mayn i blast tool’s
and move crack on them avenue’s ’cause the cash rules
act a fool like king tee or ludacris (yeah!)
pimp a stupid b+tch, pimp juice, it’s too much loot to get
yuk, the young thug, puffin that bum bud
the gun bust i don’t give a f+ck like the young bloods
i’m kamakazi like bart, so don’t start (don’t start)
before this calico rip ya assh0l+ apart, mark (chea)
[chorus]
i’m a mothaf+ckin’ fool mayn, you already know
me and my murder men’ll run through your front do’
put the ruger in your mouth and hit you with the calico
you ain’t bout what i’m bout lil n+gga you a ho
i’m a mothaf+ckin’ fool mayn, you already know
me and my murder men’ll run through your front do’
put the ruger in your mouth and hit you with the calico
you ain’t bout what i’m bout lil n+gga you a ho

- messy marv lyrics

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