Marta
It was just yesterday I was just tryna change
I was just tryna hop on that Marta the train
Need a 2.50 dollar or sum like a plane
And I'm going anywhere in the city, I'm saying
I was just fourteen and my pockets got cake
I could go anywhere and they calling me bank
I got rank I could walk in my city and niggas they hating
They don't like the way this shit shake
Niggas still so mad cause I got rank
Breaking za out the bag and I just think
And he said it was some, but that wasn't dank
I can tell if she cum off the first date
I can tell if she run with me, cause of me
Breaking bag down with gang, yeah I'd rather be
We got new color money monopoly
I get hoes I don't care if they follow me
But I'm telling that bitch swallow me
And I'm killing that clit RIP
And they wanna give advice but I don't need em'
Already know ya can't beat 'em, yeah
You can't join em better beat 'em
She get the egg like Easter eater
Had every hoe feel like mr Bieber
I don't beat these bitches I'd rather feed em
I beat the bases like mr Jeter
Not good with names or faces either
Not good with names or phone numbers either
Send me your number, I'll probably delete her
Aye, I'm too gone off a two liter
Too gone, gas too strong, can't do wrong
I don't need her
Niggas like birds just chirp chirp chirp
Blow out the back, then I step in the dirt
Stepping in louboutin, Stepping in dirt
Nigga step back then I feel just like dirk
I feel just like dirk and I feel just like Jordan
And I'm just going straight up and I score
Tell a fuck nigga to go check the score
Cause he doing too much... I just point at the scoreboard
I just Point at the scoreboard,Know he a geeked whore
I just get high in LA in a new Porsche
And I drag out the Bentley, the Draco to shoot for it
If he keep playing with me, that is your whore ...
It was just yesterday I was just tryna change
I was just tryna hop on that Marta the train
Need a 2.50 dollar or sum like a plane
And I'm going anywhere in the city, I'm saying
I was just fourteen and my pockets got cake
I could go anywhere and they calling me bank
I got rank I could walk in my city and niggas they hating
They don't like the way this shit shake
Niggas still so mad cause I got rank
Breaking za out the bag and I just think
And he said it was some, but that wasn't dank
I can tell if she cum off the first date
I can tell if she run with me, cause of me
Breaking bag down with gang, yeah I'd rather be
We got new color money monopoly
I get hoes I don't care if they follow me
But I'm telling that bitch swallow me
I was just tryna hop on that Marta the train
Need a 2.50 dollar or sum like a plane
And I'm going anywhere in the city, I'm saying
I was just fourteen and my pockets got cake
I could go anywhere and they calling me bank
I got rank I could walk in my city and niggas they hating
They don't like the way this shit shake
Niggas still so mad cause I got rank
Breaking za out the bag and I just think
And he said it was some, but that wasn't dank
I can tell if she cum off the first date
I can tell if she run with me, cause of me
Breaking bag down with gang, yeah I'd rather be
We got new color money monopoly
I get hoes I don't care if they follow me
But I'm telling that bitch swallow me
And I'm killing that clit RIP
And they wanna give advice but I don't need em'
Already know ya can't beat 'em, yeah
You can't join em better beat 'em
She get the egg like Easter eater
Had every hoe feel like mr Bieber
I don't beat these bitches I'd rather feed em
I beat the bases like mr Jeter
Not good with names or faces either
Not good with names or phone numbers either
Send me your number, I'll probably delete her
Aye, I'm too gone off a two liter
Too gone, gas too strong, can't do wrong
I don't need her
Niggas like birds just chirp chirp chirp
Blow out the back, then I step in the dirt
Stepping in louboutin, Stepping in dirt
Nigga step back then I feel just like dirk
I feel just like dirk and I feel just like Jordan
And I'm just going straight up and I score
Tell a fuck nigga to go check the score
Cause he doing too much... I just point at the scoreboard
I just Point at the scoreboard,Know he a geeked whore
I just get high in LA in a new Porsche
And I drag out the Bentley, the Draco to shoot for it
If he keep playing with me, that is your whore ...
It was just yesterday I was just tryna change
I was just tryna hop on that Marta the train
Need a 2.50 dollar or sum like a plane
And I'm going anywhere in the city, I'm saying
I was just fourteen and my pockets got cake
I could go anywhere and they calling me bank
I got rank I could walk in my city and niggas they hating
They don't like the way this shit shake
Niggas still so mad cause I got rank
Breaking za out the bag and I just think
And he said it was some, but that wasn't dank
I can tell if she cum off the first date
I can tell if she run with me, cause of me
Breaking bag down with gang, yeah I'd rather be
We got new color money monopoly
I get hoes I don't care if they follow me
But I'm telling that bitch swallow me
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