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lirik lagu man what? – mst marko

[verse 1: mst marko]
you talking down on mst? boy don’t get yo ass popped
n*ggas ain’t even f*ckin’ with us, how the f*ck these n*ggas opps?
cuz when my mans coming through, n*gga everybody shot
when i walk up in yo place, n*gga, everybody opps

you putting n*ggas in they place? boy yo ass got a prop
when i’m walking with that stick i’m making everybody drop
do not compare sh*t, n*gga, i ain’t got no comp
and these n*ggas make me sick, n*gga, i ain’t got no opps
n*gga, what the f*ck you mean? this ar cook you up, now you a pork and bean
why the f*ck these n*ggas tryna argue, that ain’t even me
why the f*ck these n*ggas being f*gs, that is not in me

i put you on a verse, and you said some trash sh*t, that ain’t mst
i’ma call up l8ithxn, he gone pull up with that lemon squeeze
i’m not finna get up in no books, cuz i don’t like to read
you stepped on my shoes, and now you gone, cuz i like em clean

n*gga, let me stop bullsh*ttin’, this ain’t wild n’ out, but why the f*ck i’m bullspittin’ (why the f*ck you got a stutter, n*gga, say yo full sentence)
i ah send yo ass away, like you got a full sentence, n*gga

[verse 2: mst l8ithxn]
you n*ggas softer than a mattress, y’all not f*ckin’ with me
marko got 3 clips, that’s like 150, b*tch i got bands, like in the band, i got the trumpet with me
stick hanging out the glock it’s twenty four, not sixty

compact, it ain’t gone jam, why the f*ck you n*ggas capping? y’all ain’t made it out the jam
like i’m jordan and lebron i’m with your b*tch, i’m tryna slam
me and marko got hot bars like them b*tches came from h*ll, packs in the mail

n*gga, you might get it, time will tell, off the drank, on the stairs i f*cked around and almost fell
and my weed loud as f*ck, it make you move like a snail, and it a get you freaky*deaky, got her screaming “god d*mn” yeahhh, dumbass

how the f*ck did you get back and you ain’t slid yet, b*tch i’m number one i’m tryna pull up in a private jet
like i’m marko ripper f*cked him up, he took a step
stop asking for a feature, i just want a check, me and marko smoking opps to the f*ckin’ neck
b*tch i’m into scamming, i only pay attention to them texts
n*gga talkin’ down on mst, might get your dumb ass left

[verse 3: mst marko]
if i’m slidin’ with my n*ggas, ain’t n0body getting left
don’t be tryna press sh*t, cuz you ah get your ass checked
my n*ggas riding round with them sticks, and they ain’t aiming for no necks
when i’m done off this beat, b*tch i’m aiming for the next

n*ggas out here d*cksucking like some b*tches givin’ neck
boy you broke, you better get up off yo ass and get a check
like we going to the doctors, i ah get yo ass checked
like we in the weight room, i ah get yo ass pressed

i ain’t never been a b*tch or a hoe, that’s some sh*t that i ah never confess
i ain’t never been a rat, n*gga, you can even give me a test
these n*ggas out here being rats, like you can go with the rest, n*gga

it’s mst the boys, like some lil ass kids who like to play with toys
n*gga, grow the f*ck up, cuz you a f*ckin’ boy, i can’t argue with no n*gga, or no f*ckin [cut]

alright

why the f*ck yo ass on the couch dissin’? get yo ass up, hollow tips in the clip, tryna eat yo ass up
why the f*ck you screaming opps, like we won’t get yo ass touched?
like we in the grocery store, i ah get you bagged up, dumbass

- mst marko

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