Cincocero - Marvel Vs. Capcom (feat. Da Kid Lu) Lyrics

(Gang)
(Aye)
(Aye)
(Aye)
(Hold On)
(Hold On)
(Hold On)
(Aye)
Check it out
Aw yeah I'm finna kill this verse
Aw yeah I'm finna come in first
Aw shit and I come and ball
Aw shit I be in the Mall
Aw shit finna get the trues
Aw shit not the fake shoes
Damn what I'm finna buss a nut
Damn what I don't smoke the blunts
Damn what your ass is silly
Damn what you can't f*ck with me
Come here baby, bend it over
Let me f*ck you on the sofa
Like I am Sammy Sosa
Why you gotta do me like that
Kill you and you never come back
Stupid bitch, yeah you know I'm with that
Cincocero why you do me like that
It's a nightmare, Freddy Krueger
No Superman, Lex Luthor
Stupid n***a, itchy n***a
Drinking lean, kool-aid n***a
Getting mad
Turning green
Big machine
Bitch you can't have no wedding ring
On my feet, Balenciagas
Come and find her
Michael Myers
F*cking on your bitch
Then she never called back
Smacked her on her ass
Then she wanna fall back
Stupid bitch
Beat it, Michael Jackson
Told your ass get to packing
Ryu ass get to clappin
Wolverine, bitch I ball like everything
(Aye)
Bro keep the glock tucked (Yea)
Might let your block up (Yea)
My wrist its rocked up (Yea)
Brought me a new chain (Yea)
Brought me a new wrist (Yea)
I'm yelling new bitch (Yea)
I keep a cool bitch
White diamonds they look like cool whip
Shooters on deck with a full clip
Pull up on you and let the tool rip
I'm still counting paper, you know that
The picture perfect like it's Kodak
N****s be acting don't want smoke
I get the paper like all day
Bitch I been feeling like Kanye
Least the old one
Now I count up the paper can't fold nun
(Hahaaa)
(Yea)
A n***a still balling I'm on one
(Um)
(Yeah)
But I get the racks like air one
F*cked on the bitch, I don't need her
(Huh)
(Aye)
Still in Adidas
(Uhh)
Broski still moving with the heat
(Ah)
(Yea)
My neck on freeza