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marlow p - day dates lyrics

[verse 1]
told ziggy “fill up the mag with bine”
this new seventeen that i got is gorgeous, it’s one of a kind
told my yardie friend “get round there and fill up the car with five”
assist that drill, put battery in backs and make man slide
my watch is plain but my neck on ice
hatton gardens with all of my guys
we all get money, we’re more than nice
rolex’s, got more than five
jordan 4’s, got more than i need
fresh hand tings, got more than three
i do things very accordingly
still got my old b_tch calling me
they say i got robbed, trackered my whip
say i’m a snitch, we all know it’s lies
the whole town know that n_gga’s a b_tch
always mention my name, it makes me sick
but back to the trap, let’s chop it
you know i’m chasing bands, ain’t changing plan
still multiply by losses

[chorus]
still do chocolates, dwellers, day_dates
came in a million convoy, me and the guys shut down the whole game
they mention my name, them n_ggas are broke, they cannot relate
need a half a mill to come in my way
bout hundred bands, get slapped in the face
we made that qway, we made that qway
still do chocolates, dwellers, day_dates
came in a million convoy, me and the guys shut down the whole game
they mention my name, them n_ggas are broke, they cannot relate
need a half a mill to come in my way
bout hundred bands, get slapped in the face
we made that qway, we made that qway
[verse 2]
money talks but can’t buy happiness
pull up with nines, got too much pride
like my girlfriend’s _rs_, i’m catting to slap it
we made gun lean when we came in the scene
till my opps are dead, we ain’t deading this beef
six on six, three on three
still serving fiends, i go by the name of marlow p
we ain’t the same, you’re lost in the mist
you’re talking the hardest when we all know your food is garbage
we all know what i did in the garden
notorious, doing it big
two packs on me, all eyes on me
on the back roads tryna dodge cid’s
get caught then i’m more than p_ssed
can’t stop, won’t stop, can’t do it like me
fell in love with money machine
from young, i hated police
on the block, just giving me grief
say what i want, i ain’t shy like chief
jailhouse, still shotting bariis
came home and f_cked up the scene

- marlow p lyrics

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