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roc marciano - happy endings كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
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[chorus]
do-re-me
fa-lo-sa-ti
follow me
so crazy
don’t pay freaks
the hoes pay me
so wavy
you know, baby
oh
oh
oh baby
oh baby
oh baby baby
? ?
oh baby
oh baby
oh baby
? ? (marc)

[verse 1: roc marciano]
check it
the love outweigh the hate
accept the fate
this came with being great
it’s all balance
it’s give and take
i’m in a good sp-ce
rolling with the wood face
might spray bait
put up in good faith
i wish you p-ssies would say my name
get your frame flamed
shot, thrown out the plane
you die trying to hang on the wing
my lady ring
was made by vera w-ng
we all make errors
no wh0r- can make me jealous
b-tch my taste is exquisite
if you feel you equipped to bang
then take the quiz my n-gga
i bet you fail it
i bet you get your head split like a melon
ain’t no tellin
the flow is credit
but the game is sold separate
made cocaine more famous
than the flavor known as peppermint
we came up
life’s like a episode of the jeffersons
my man brung the tec
he snuck a weapon in
you tuck your necklace in
i’m just settling in
yeah, i said we was pimps
everything that i said i meant
i’m a man, you a b-tch
so we can’t settle this like men
n-ggas is kids
n-ggas still taking pictures of they kicks
i might take your b-tch
just for kicks
the fiends is mad i came late with the fix
i should have won the chip
but it was fixed
the sh-t went down without a hitch, slim
bullets whizzing through the brisk wind
chipped your wig
cross my team and
you can’t live to eat a chicken wing
i’m trying to cop
the beamer six
before the spring hit
f-ck what you thinkin
stinkin b-tch
marc n-gga
what you thinkin
stinkin b-tch

[chorus]

[verse 2: roc marciano]
did my dirt in the streets
gotta learn from mistakes
stand firm and squirt the .38
or turn the other cheek
swerve in the v with
different color schemes
they seen us coming
i’m becoming a
young phil drummond
you still my son and
death is in the tongue
soon i’ll be done beloved
sh-t was a dub
these bum n-ggas a dime a dozen
rhyme bustas (hot bustas)
ridin buses
shots from c-cksuckers
i might pop you and
hop in the cutl-ss
i don’t give a squat
if its topless or covered
as long as these young foxes
rocking pumps
and try to jump in
copped a truck to make punches in
i hit the block and punched in
my hoe took a couple bumps
off a hunded slip
not every n-gga with money’s rich
?you lucky pr-ck?
it’s either get bl–dy or plug me in, ya dig?
no funny biz
i leave pockets with
the bugs bunny ears
your career’s doing the running man
d-mn
used to go hand in hand
was hungry like a wolf
duran duran
i come put one in your deriare
(yeah, yeah)
uh
i come put one in your derrière
(yeah)

[chorus]

- roc marciano

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