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ned holy - mary wanna lyrics

[intro]
h+ll yeah
uh, uh, uh

[verse 1]
chillin’ in the bay smoking motherf+cking dutch
if you’re just here to play, no, you can’t hit the kush
we’re puffing all day cause mary wanna smoke with us
spitting straight scorch, complex as a warren

no you can’t search us, f+ck, you don’t got a warrant
we blow up the joint, then we blow up the joint
like we blew up some nike slides out at nc, point
that’s not a confession, you don’t know sh+t

ever played ball? d+mn i can tell, you can’t even hit
got my middle fingers up like “f+ck you, old b+tch!”
i surround myself with poets and patrons, n0body gonna snitch
poets and patrons, they keep you out the ditch

racks falling out the bag, my bag unsynched
should have packed better, f+ck all that d+mn sh+t
formerly couldn’t afford, now the bills are counterfeit
my racks pay much, but they worth about as much as weimar money did

if they take me to court, i’m laughing, imma’ get acquit
dissing the poor is f+cking lame, if you do it, f+ck you and yo name
i think talking about your stacks fine though, yacht in suriname
i don’t mean to brag, if i was brit i’d hit the f+ hey!
cursing all day, i feel like a d+mn sailor
rich like an oil tycoon, feel like a f+cking whaler
change on my back, and no, i’m not the savior
might not be the best, but i ain’t stealing

f+ck the school, don’t give a d+mn what they been teaching
i’m reeling
walled up in a house of cards, that they been dealing
she run sh+t, i’m the dock, she’s the pontoon

i’m locked in, that’s the harsh truth
feel walled in like kowloon, ‘26 hk trip soon?
pfeilstorch, heart hurt like it got harpooned
i’m grouped up with a gang of goons

i’m cool, and i’m high, high as the moon
rhyme went on too long, so i got to switch now
f+cking frowning on the clowns now
used to be bars, now i’m ned “swag” holy, cow

speaking of ‘em at this time, you f+cking stupid, believe chocolate milk come from a brown bovine
that rhyme a little out of pocket, i’ll care more when i’ve got more than nickel+and+dime
they call me the head mobster, in sicily i did a ton crime

me and netty dropped lemons on f+ckers’ heads, for a time
if we got caught+
f+ck, f+ck what?
alright

- ned holy lyrics

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