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lirik lagu marina – kaine carter

[verse: carter]
all of my n*ggas get chicken, they hustling
money made from magic while n*ggas scuffling
left out momma’s crib sipping her ‘tussin
i’m peeping my n*ggas make something from nothing
sleeping on the camp, yous a dummy
sleeping on couches is why i feel bummy
can’t call women tricks, they why i get money
stupid n*ggas hating like “why is he funny?”

[bridge:]
trying to move some units through the country
moving druggy music to the junkies

[verse: carter]
i was eight*years*old when n*ggas tried to get money
stabbing step*pops up then i started running
a passed the p90, i don’t get to gunning
s*double*m og’s in wars tugging
make enemies out of homies when i’m plugging
n*ggas on triller fake millimeter thugging
paris already said we all mean mugging
1405, diva be bumping
boy you know i’m with n\v drunk and toys hidden in clothes ready for dumping
poison hoes ain’t in my circumference
noise in my zone keep rising and thumping
baby girl keeps grinding by the trunk and
(i’ll rock her world if she start sucking)
i’ll f*ck your girl if my lady love it
except boulevard birds, they already got stuffing
masked up, trying to get cashed up for nothing
blast what? you n*ggas don’t tag nothing you bluffing?
[bridge:]
white flags don’t mean nothing
i already said i’m mean mugging

[verse: carter]
i ain’t gotta prove sh*t to a bunch of n*ggas i see way wacker than me
n*ggas lying in the pulpits, confessing sins swearing they rapping for fees
i’m riding with a full clip, it ain’t mine but the big homie passed it to me
one of god’s first sons, second adam, only kaine ending with *e
i be sipping the lean while you selling the beans and e, i get it for cheap
i be having bad dreams about demons and fiends, now i crave lsd
i ain’t even got a record, trying to get cheddar and still check for d’s
these nuts in your mouth if the feds try to have me cop a plea

[verse: mucci]
tryna cop all the fetti and gold
mucci gane, legba never getting old
forty on my hip if you getting bold
trip on my clique, you getting folded
blood and the crips, we with it all
we keep the peace but we poor
f*ck trump and biden, they some hoes
when the time comes we hitting stores

[bridge: mucci (& kaine):]
a n*gga ain’t chill (since nicaragua)
tryna f*ck a b*tch from (guatemala)
off the sh*ts like richard (pryor)
f*ck your b*tch, yeah she (a liar)
[verse: carter]
popping out the trunk, i need 4’s
chop up the runtz n*gga i need smokes
trapping out the mall, can’t get enough clothes
we been wilding since knee*high bros
nemo flying, i swim through the dough
we both lying ignoring the dope
we both trying to pour up some more
baby you’ll be crying if you start to choke
i know we too reliant on drugs and hoes
too many n*ggas in closets hiding they bones
too many n*ggas seen dying on our phones, or by the bus on tghe way home
for cash flows idols bust chrome
a hopeless game played before we grown

- kaine carter

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