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peter rosenberg, stove god cooks & flee lord – marcus smart lyrics

[intro: flee lord]
okay, okay
uh+huh, okay, okay
i like this beat right here, uh+huh
let me drum (lord, lord)

[verse 1: flee lord]
top down, lettin’ the sun in up the 110 (skrrt)
chopper in hands that’ll make a n+gga lungs spin
cruisin’ up the coast, yeah, they choosin’ us the most (the most)
takeover’s complete, i’m usin’ music just to boast (uh+huh)
violent fool, straight up bar masters in my talent pool
nonchalant attitude (huh), bounce around in malibu (woo)
legends tappin’ in, hot weapons by the benz (brrt)
lord, i used to cook the coke and now i chef inside my pen (whip)
sippin’ gatorade and henny, why you twistin’ up the skinny?
dyin’ ’cause you lyin’ and you livin’ just to envy (haha)
sh+t’s scary, thirty+six shots up in the six sеries (brrt)
play near me, patch ovеr eye like i’m nick fury (boom, boom, boom)
promises is kept, been shinin’ since the ‘jects
and i’m k!llin’ it with fashion, in designer sh+t to death (i’m k!llin’ it with fashion, motherf+cker)
man, i’m k!llin’ it with fashion, in designer sh+t to death

[verse 2: stove god cooks]
a young boy screw loose (uh+huh), they done stripped the bolts on ’em
shoulda never sent him to pick up the work for ’em
sprayed the park and had my sh+t inside the car
marcus smart, boy, was shootin’ with a thirty+six on ’em (brrt)
said if he wasn’t in a rush, they was all goners
tec cursive on the chest, he was gon’ sean john ’em
they were sleepin’ on the god, then it dawned on ’em (what?)
my mic game different, i’m bob barker (woo)
my wrist spin like the wheel
my n+ggas still in the field, i got busy this year
stop hatin’, n+gga, you see it
buck fifty on your face now, n+gga, you sealed
the john geigers is teal
strings wrap your ankles, when i think back, i’m thankful
’cause the first hit i made was with the bakin’ soda
apr+n over the yves saint laurent with the ap on ’em
last bricks i had, they stamped the bad boy baby on ’em
stove

- peter rosenberg stove god cooks flee lord lyrics

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