marss Lyrics

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I pull up, Ima get this bitch fucked

And I'm fucked, in the, in the crib, yeah

Talking tough, hoe I got the big guns

Better run, fore I get your shit done

And these bitches so pressed, they need to go to Mars

Put you on a tee, too far

You say we close, don't know who you are

In the function, I might spit a few bars

They want in my bag like airport security

And the opps, they be fearing me

You a bitch, and it's clear to me

Choke em out till we can't hear him breathe

Then I, then I fuck that bitch till she be drooling

Bitch, your motherfucking stupid

You have a motherfucking brain fucking use it

And you losing, what it do, bitch

I take dubs, ohh

And your bitch tiddies bare like a cub

Throw your shit under the rug

And I'm sipping that lean from the mug

And you know this shit come from the mud

At the bottom, now we coming up

At the bottom, that's where your bitch get fucked

And I rip some, in the whip, yeah

I pull up, Ima get this bitch fucked

And I'm fucked, in the, in the crib, yeah

Talking tough, hoe I got the big guns

Better run, fore I get your shit done

And these bitches so pressed, they need to go to Mars

Put you on a tee, too far

You say we close, don't know who you are

In the function, I might spit a few bars