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Ooh, ooh (Let it marinate, ooh) Ooh, ooh God damn (Yeah, yeah) Oh my God (Let it marinate, ooh) Uh-uh, ayy-ayy-ayy Hol' on baby, I know you, I know you wanna twerk but hmm (Let it marinate, ooh) Yeah, I got a gun in shorts and hmm (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, it could be, it can get dangerous (Let it marinate, ooh) (Blaccmass) (BNYX) Hol' on baby, yeah I know you tryna twerk somethin' But I got the .40 in my shorts, you might hurt somethin' I'ma buss a move just as soon as the work come Had three bitches on my roster, I burnt one All my niggas ugly, yeah we all need some work done Fuckin' up, hell nah, we ain't learn nothin' Got a lil' money, still the same fuckin' person Rob a bitch and use the samе money that I stole to get hеr hair done We be in the cut like a tampon Back in high school I rolled blunts on the Scantron Fresh inside, fresh paint job Slap a nigga teeth out his mouth like some AirPods Quit talkin' to me SongtexteI don't use sidewalks, bitch, I walk in the streets I like nasty hoes trappin' all they farts in the sheets Her coochie hairy I be gettin' hella knots in my teeth (Yeah) This a fuck nigga anthem I was on the playground tryna smoke a Camel You was on the playground snitchin', you a Randal We gon' stomp you out like Mufasa gettin' trampled I done slept on every nigga couch in East Atlanta Now I could buy everybody house on East Atlanta Your bitch illiterate she say "Chanel" like "Channel" She want a Birkin bag, I bought that bitch a Yankee Candle Let it marinate (Let it marinate, ooh) (Let it marinate) Since my nigga died, I ain't been well I'll shoot a nigga in the ass like he Denzel I like playin' GTA but I can't go to the strip clubs 'Cause the way the bitches move make my dick swell (Let it mari-) Bitch I want it in the worst way I used to take dollar bills out the church plate Now I'm gettin' figures that is difficult to calculate Still actin' broke, makin' bitches pay for half the date Don't let me near your cookout, I'm a lion Said I'm somebody uncle, brother, cousin, let me get a plate Run up in your house like I'm gettin' into real estate Shoot a nigga in the dick and make his kids evaporate Let it marinate (Let it marinate, ooh) (Yeah, yeah, let it marinate) Let it marinate (Let it marinate, ooh) (Yeah, yeah, let it marinate) (Oh woah, oh, oh woah, oh) (Let it marinate) Aus Songtexte Mania