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solo margiela - dead folks (feat. lnt john) lyrics

[verse 1: lnt john]
if you know what i mean
fiends sniffin’ clean
i’m a demon leave a goofy mama cryin’
police all on the muf-ckin’ scene
he ain’t gone shoot he tellin’ what he seen
judge gave me 4 and i throw up the 4
on 284 toatin’ poles kicking doors
and my n-gg-s they vultures
on my side, yeah it get cold woah woah woah
tell that b-tch back it up, b-tch i’m tryna break yo muf-ckin back you know
and i’m lnt john just in case you ain’t know
if you want smoke i ain’t taxin’ bruh
wanna buy my mama that bentley truck
swear to god they ain’t never give us nun
seen that sh-t with my eyes
n-gg-s fake in disguise
9 times outta 10 they ain’t with it bruh

[hook: lnt john]
what the f-ck is you talkin’ bout
got the tools in the splizzy
try me, hit at yo’ mama house
my n-gg-s they wit’ it, higher than the ceiling
i might just pop me a perky now
free 1way that’s my n-gg- he will ups before he think
or he probably smoking on dead folks
hoes wanna f-ck us but they use to duck us
they steady beggin’ for dead folks
what the f-ck is you talkin’ bout
got the tools in the splizzy
try me, hit at yo’ mama house
my n-gg-s they wit’ it, higher than the ceiling
i might just pop me a perky now
free 1way that’s my n-gg- he will ups before he think
or he probably smoking on dead folks
hoes wanna f-ck us but they use to duck us
they steady beggin’ for dead folks

[verse 2: solo margiela]
smokin’ on dope ‘til the meds gone
they steady beggin’ for dead folks
they can’t use me like a dead phone
when i f-ck ‘em and leave ‘em i’m dead wrong
ain’t gone stop until the feds know
b-tch i’m runnin’ it up til my legs gone
f-ck n-gg- turn up yo headphones
hope you don’t get caught in that redzone
you see that q50 pullin’ up
i’m on the other side of the door
we don’t tolerate no disrespect
you gon’ be on the other side of the floor
i want money and power you gon’ respect me
b-tch i’m 6’1 how they gon’ overlook me
if you wanna see me on stage
tell your local promoter to come and book me
keep the honchos, spend the dubs on drugs
stacking like i’m preparing for a drought
all a n-gg- do is rap and jugg
f-ck what them other n-gg-s talkin bout
i might go to college and do it for my mama
i might go to canada just for the summer
you gotta move at your own pace
cause this sh-t is a marathon not a race
h-ll yea

- solo margiela lyrics

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