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marrgielaa – kinte! كلمات اغاني

[verse 1 marrgielaa]
uh, touching the glock man they thought i was rapin
i’m going up and i know they hatin
i’m sippin [?] wit the vape pen
i’m smoking weed like im a jamaican
i’m smoking now i can’t breathe, floyd
if i see 12 n_gga then, avoid
off the percs i don’t f_ck wit the steroids
trap phone i ain’t using no droids
smoking that loud i ain’t hearin a noise
im on the streets i ain’t have no choice
b_tch im on tv like the voice
im on the percs shaking like im boyce
i_im on the percs, it’s making me sweat
im wit yo b_tch gettin her wet
n_ggas be queer talking out they neck
say you want smoke, ok n_gga bet
been in the fields n_gga like a vеt
im up in new york like the nеts
been in the field, slaving like kinte
chains on my neck, feel like kinte
i put in work n_gga like kinte
[?] n_gga like i’m kinte
[verse 2 smokingskul]
i don’t want them cigs n_gga eric garner
i’m in the fields george washington carver
i’m off the blue chew it make me harder
cut off the brick like i went to harvard
he smoke the dab pen wit a charger
i turn the trap house to a parlor
i’m not a l!ck n_gga that’s for starters
huh ?
who that is in that ford ?
i send a athiest to the lord
we turn his whole hood to a morgue
that n_gga dead you should pull the cord
if he don’t got bread, he gon get ignored
i don’t want peace, n_gga no award
i stay in the trap in the 5th [?]
i got the whips n_gga like i’m kinte
she tried to come for me i’m like kinte
i’m in the field n_gga like i’m kinte
i got a fro ima call kinte
[?]
i got a wife beater like a ese
where the fiends at? i can’t say
i’m in da penthouse like i’m jackson

[verse 3 marrgielaa]
i’m in da penthouse sticked up
that n_gga a b_tch and he got his b_tch took
try to be me i told him be you
been in the trap since grade 2
i pop out the cut then i started to shoot
that n_gga a f_ yea that boy a fruit
you in a taxi b_tch i’m up in a coupe
f_ckin that b_tch then she get the boot
i took the xanax no perc
n_gga got popped now he in the dirt
n_gga got popped now he on a shirt
b_tch i’m rich i don’t need to work
ha,ha,yuh boy you my son n_gga i’m yo idol
call you a b_tch now you suicidal
you gon get k!lled make yo ass a title
yea n_gga they gon k!ll yo ass and make yo ass a title n_gga rip f_ckin f_
[verse 4 lawsy]
hold on, who that is in the h_llcat
i hit a l!ck, and i’m finna spin back
where yo chain go? come get yo sh_t back
i went broke so my ass hit the trap
i got rich got a bag from packs
i got rich got a bag from crack
kickin doors i’ma take them racks
i’m a drug addict boy i just tried crack
i slide wit a glock .17 and a mac
i got a blue beam on the glock
oh you wanna talk down you get shot
i took me a perc and i cannot stop
we sendin shots til his body drop
i was like 13 sellin wock
if you wanna talk down you get robbed
fast money im in love wit the fraud
run up on me you can get dropped
who tf?
only know goons and just me in that car
cookin up dope in the crockpot
i’m f_ckin on 3 b_tches 3 thots
who tf? who tf? who tf? ba ba ba ba ba

- marrgielaa

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