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mulah davinci - marta lyrics

i’m riding the beat like a rarri
i’m sorry you cannot play with me like carti
i’m riding the beat like the marta
i give em 300 ain’t talking like sparta
i play with ya b+tch like guitars
she sayin it’s mine she took me to maury
she running and crying and screaming
i’m sorry lil mama that ain’t my lil boy

i feel like a bundle of joy
got henny and remy and weed galore
i need me lira galore
just give me 5 minutes my feet in the door
i’m hungry who feeding the boy
i’m cheifin this reefa sativa cologne
i see that you n+ggas in zone
i’m reading the defense like patrick mahomes
send me the addy then boom
i pull up i’m picking em out like a booger
if he come from my city he more like a brother
so watch how you talking lil n+gga
i wanna go purge on zimmerman
cut to the chase we ain’t using no synonym
take him out to a island no gilligan
f+ck the imprisonment we wanna finish him

straight off the top i need some top
but i need some sh+t with some bop in it
she f+ckin and sucking and swallowing
spittin and gagging i’m loving her tolerance
ya homie be selling the swag
bags of gas so watch who you shop with
i’m tryna get high like a c+ckpit
sippin this drank i drown in a mosh pit
you n+ggas be banging but never live dangerous
you cappin go back where you came from
your mama a lawyer yo daddy a doctor
my n+gga i seen how you came up
yo sister you don’t wanna claim her
shawty been thotting and didn’t became much
she calling my phone and asking for money
her brother would struggle to scr+pe up

- mulah davinci lyrics

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