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mark battles - going كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: mark battles]
i’m done with the chattin’
i’m hoping y’all have fun with the rapping, rugged -ss-ssin
nothing can p-ss us, stuck in mol-sses
tricking the m-sses, lucky -ss b-st-rds
said it once i won’t say it twice
ex left she won’t make it right
next check on the vegas flight
mgm for the latest fight
fall in love she won’t stay the night
tell the judge i pay the price
fallen thugs ain’t the crazy type
you know them are my niggas right ?
born a king we did it proper
open eyes for the real imposter
bar change a life like willy wonka
barely famous might go to the oscars
wildin’ out with my brother los
few groupie chicks and some other folks
levitate serve one it’s dope
a million verses with a bunch of quotes
[?] my city backwards
mia with a pretty actress
nah, the sex was decent but the head banging like lenny kravitz
if i say it you know i do it
stay a hundred the flow the truest
they be running i show and prove it
k!ll niggas on tracks like tony stewart
when this drops the game is finished
wrap it up, aids convention
all you niggas better pay attention
props to god cause he made me different
niggas think i’m a vegan cause i eat beats
who you seek on the sneak peek
free leak for need freaks
beep beep got a street sweep
leave me with the cheat sheet
who you tryna rob?
f.o.d nigga fly or die
throwing three’s with a lot of pride

[hook: mark battles]
going, going, going
they got me going, going, going
they got me going, going, going
they got me going, they got me going

[verse 2: king los]
wait for it…
my whole flow from mars and it’s dumb
your hoe roll with the squad when it come
deep throat, nigga we drove cars in her tongue
she stroke these flows, the riot type
require height?, i acquire higher heights
i fire ice, higher fire, tried to retire mic’s
what, you saying you getting lime light?
i was like, what with a diet sprite
man i know what this collar like
you wish you was l’chaim
i’m l’chaim nice, no really like i am life
hold up
hide your wife, grab your guns
i wrap your son in bars, i’m a rapping son of a b-tch
b-tches wrapped around son, no son of a b-tch
my daddy was the sum of a pimp
i, staple your stomach and b-tton your lip
gun b-tt to the front of your shit
i wanted to piss on you while you was knocked out
but the cops was coming, my c-ck was stuck in front of of my zip
ughh!
so i when i see you while i’m c-cking my shit
and i tell you i got one in the tit
i’m either talking ’bout my gun or my d-ck
running a hundred miles and running
coming for niggas who think they wanna be something this summer
coming i got that drummer drummer drumming drumming pumping nigga
hit that ferrari pump pump pump pump pump
turn that nigga’s pumpkin into pumpernickel
that’s bread like, bread on your head if it ain’t a red light, keep

[hook: mark battles]
going, going, going
they got me going, going, going
they got me going, going, going
they got me going, they got me going

- mark battles

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