wildfire - tgod808 lyrics
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[verse: roc marciano]
ah, why i sell tags, nail bags
leather in the jag, it’s [?]
she like bad boy, jail [?]
my bed was looking like [?]
matter of fact, you burning gas
you wanna ride in the fast track
told her don’t hit the glass, be a class act
now your womb so polluted, couldn’t bear children
smoked out, you might need to get the air filtered
the death angel was near, n*ggas felt it
i sell fish, but i can’t help i’m unselfish
just copped the white bentley, but it’s blue inside
lifes good, but the doors suicide
marc n*gga
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