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Marshawn Lynch
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Bitches always tryna make niggas mad, timeout
I get niggas, duh bitch, who the fuck don't want no pussy?
Hahaha, fuck it, timeout, hand it here
Marshawn Lynch me, nigga, just get out the
Way when I come down the field with the ball
Lil' brotha a fool on the court, he like
To come and shoot shit up like LaMelo Ball
A trim is a bitch in school, I tell her come
To the restroom and eat it in the stall
Don't come 'round flexin' that money you took
Call me Grunkle Stan, off gravity fall
Let's do it, bounce how they hit shit up
Get a address and send shit up
If a nigga ain't check, it was all out of love
Why the fuck would I talk and I blick shit up?
They playin' on the net, fuck it, go delete somethin'
If I fuck with a friend, then we gon' have a threesome
I'm wrong steppin', that's why I'ma leave somethin'
Put one in his face to see if he can eat somethin'
I took his ho down so the nigga don't like me
He do with that Drac', he think he finna fight me
Dark skin ho with a big ass booty
A freak off the Don, I think she tryna bite me
My bitch be trippin', I can't get caught fuckin' with you
So I tote the lil' ho then I'm waitin'
Can't fuck with a deuce, I'ma pour me a five in my soda
Now I'm higher than a kite be
Let's do it, he run, I'ma let the switch chase him
See him face to face, I'ma let the switch face him
Lil' brotha a dummy, he ain't even know if the pill was real
But he still finna take 'em
Push up with a hundred or plus
I'm outta town, so I'ma just let brotha bake 'em
My niggas some shooters, we all like to dunk on shit
You can say I'm chillin' with the Lakers
My niggas some tweaks for real
I'm smokin' that dank, I'm geeked for real
Catch him in the county, he beef for real
He can fake it to y'all, but I see the real
One tap of that button, he dead
Even if he fall, make him feel that lead
'Cause I don't know what's goin' on
But lately these niggas been survivin' shots to the head
Let's do it, mash you up like a gummy
I flash and slap the ho for bein' funny
I'm in the back of the Camry with a drop in
Peace, me and brotha together, that's a hundred
Scoot up on a young nigga, learn how to shut the fuck up
Boy, that's how you get turned to a pumpkin
And dog, that ho don't do nothin' but eat it up
So I named her my phone as Munchkin
She wanna throw it on me, so I throw it on brotha
'Cause ho, I ain't fuckin' with that
And bitch, I'm a smack, so I hope you know that I ain't goin' for shit
'Cause I'm standin' on wet
If I say the same shit in the song and the whole of the song
You better believe it's a fact
I ain't went to sleep, it's 5 AM
And I'm clutchin' that two-three tryna catch a splash
Marshawn Lynch me, nigga, just get out the
Way when I come down the field with the ball
Lil' brotha a fool on the court, he like
To come and shoot shit up like LaMelo Ball
A trim is a bitch in school, I tell her come
To the restroom and eat it in the stall
Don't come 'round flexin' that money you took
Call me Grunkle Stan, off gravity fall
Let's do it, bounce how they hit shit up
Get a address and send shit up
If a nigga ain't check, it was all out of love
Why the fuck would I talk and I blick shit up?
They playin' on the net, fuck it, go delete somethin'
If I fuck with a friend, then we gon' have a threesome
I'm wrong steppin', that's why I'ma leave somethin'
Put one in his face to see if he can eat somethin'