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roc marciano - tapeworm lyrics

[intro]
definitely, you nam sayin’, [pimpire]
downtown, uptown just chill out nam sayin
park on the side block
wait for the club let out, you nam sayin, just just
chill out, wait for dem b+tches to walk out wit they feet hurtin’
sh+t like fishin’ in a barrel n+gga

[verse 1]
yo
zip one daddy this a big one
this rap sh+t is fun it’s passive income
still made a bag and then some
rinse my gun, hit the kid wit one in his cinnamon bun
that’s usually how you end up when you rip and run
n+gga twisted up like a blunt (uh) gettin puffed (smoked)
me and bruh the new b.i.g. and puff
this sh+t feel like when jigga was young
sh+t was a dub and then the pendulum swung
like diamond pendents on a rich thug (uh)
who you pickin hon’? the timberlands or the lugz (what we doin)
which is dumb
we know you gettin’ the construction for the big bucks
so why is tryna line up all your ducks (huh)
size em up you want em dry rubbed and plucked
well ma if that’s what you like i’m not the kinda guy you want
i’m not a punk
can’t ride in my truck if you rock a lacefront
basic tastebuds, the medium rare steak come with blood
if you try it it taste good (uh)
see roc marciano live
get tickets as low as $135
[bridge]
this sh+t delicious, nam sayin
they don’t even do it well done up in here, nam sayin
they don’t sell chicken fingers neither

[chorus]
shouldn’t have to say to her
baby wait your turn, it’s confirmed
you gotta tapeworm (tapeworm)
i’m up now you feel a way
say word you gotta tapeworm (oh yay)

wait turn, paper got your brain stirred
heard you ate it first baby girl you gotta tapeworm (pimpire)
i don’t like you anyway, you gotta tapeworm (oh yay)
say word baby you gotta tapeworm (oh yay)
(marci)
(a hundred thou)

[verse 2]
your sh+t don’t deserve a reaction
your lady heard of me in passing, n+ggas dirty mackin (pssh)
a little birdie told me that girl with a jersey accent
i was in saks fifth purchasing a jacket (uh)
the nerve of these jackasses
my savage got murders on his jacket
i’m too high class to work with purse sn+tchers
one time tryna sack us giant linebackers with badges
the size of brian urlacher (uh)
microwave the work cook the bird faster
i rather fast than go to work and serve master (uh)
certain venacular make the bag come
i’m a church pastor
big mama girdle unfasten
3500 cash for the sunglasses
a couple classics, it all happened under your mustaches
dirty money, guns, drugs stuffed in the mattress
i pray this bag get us a pass from judge mathis (i pray)
(lord)
(father forgive us)
[chorus]
chase dumb sh+t
we had a great run
you waiting on some burn
you hatin, claim i gotta tapeworm
i’m up now you feel a way (uh)
(yea)

tables turn
eventually you ate them same words
i blame it on your tastebuds
bum you gotta tapeworm (tapeworm)
i don’t like you anyway (oh nay)

[outro]
aye
nam saying, when it come to these hoes n+gga
i’m still knocking like the landlord n+gga, and rent is due
(nam sayin)
the ill+strious, pimpire

i’m up now you feel a way (uh yeah)
? same words, blame it on your tastebuds
bum you gotta tapeworm
b+tch n+ggas in the way
yeah, mt. marci n+gga
the mountain tops
nam sayin
walkin in these shoes is like heaven n+gga
yeah (yeah)
yeah b+tch

- roc marciano lyrics

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