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2004 suns - marino infantry lyrics

[verse 1: a$ap ant]
bought a cup, blossom, bubbles
powerpuff girls, it’s a threesome on shuffle
f*cked up my kicks and i stomped in a puddle
grand theft auto when i stomp on the pedal
louis vuitton, need virgil all seasons
any given sunday, movie like belly
fetty provolone, get the dough, papa john’s
i was so fly, they ain’t let me in prom
this late with a [?], bout to go get a farm
bracelets on my wrist like the wonder woman arm
cal down b*tch, you acting too hyper
i smoke by myself, i don’t smoke in no cypher

[verse 2: baby 9eno]
i’m going hard on this b*tch like a p*rno
i’m at your door like digiorno
i turn it up like a promo
stay with the 9 but b*tch i’m no romo
i fell in love with the digits
stand at the store, mix it up with the chemicals
i’m in the trap with them criminals
new [?], sit em and shake him and leave him in critical
vs1 diamonds, my favorite color e
if you want a feature, it’s gon’ cost a fee
dot my i’s and i’m crossing all my t’s
rappers in my story jacking all the st**z
[verse 3: soduh]
marino tee cover my torso
trap out of [?], this sucker is foreclosed
i’m in the game like lee corso
might all*star, sh, i’m totin’ a 4*0
designer my body, that’s court clothes
sending the contract back, i need more 0’s
sh*t a get tragic, get to clapping like a gogo
sh*t i’m calling my cousin, i ain’t calling no popo
i smell what? n*gga make sure the door closed

[verse 4: lulu p]
your little b*tch wanna pop it
i been rocking, cut her off stalking
b*tch, these gallery jeans, not robin
i’m tryna live out my dream, not robbing
i put this 45 ruger to your noggin
in my pocket, p for profit
vibes on [?], i done went up, i don’t need n0body
cap ass n*gga, you ain’t got no body
bad white hoe wanna sell her body
i’m finna go [?], f*ckin atari
gotta eat sh*t gang, no i’m not sorry
i got the vs, the carti
in a minute, call ya right back, b*tch i’m counting chicken
addie pour up [?]
[verse 5: og don 999]
uzi it came with suppressor
it’s all about fresh impressions
n*ggas be all in my business, get the f*ck out of my section
pull up in a s5, don’t f*ck with a lexus
the pints of the wock, they be coming from texas
i beat up the pack, i be feeling like tekken
i’m in the hills with my feet up
i pour a four in a two liter
i’m not a follower, i’m a leader
she got stripes on her ass, like a cheetah
i just get to that money, i’m never leaving
i be shopping in barneys, don’t f*ck with nieman
i gotta stay on my toes, i cannot ever fall off
working every day, don’t call off
i be ballin’, feel like randy moss

- marino infantry lyrics

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