Yuh
I got these diamonds, these chains, i did a robbery
Telephone call left on missed call that left me on misery
And the silence, remains, i dont need company
To these kids i maybe new but im better thats the irony
I was 22, maybe i just dont know what to do
I shoulda never left my home id still be drinking mountain dew YUH
Finna ball out this bitch invisible now yall be a cynical and critical
Cuz bitch im sold out
Now go suck a dick, cuz yall be singing all my shit
And the last i remember yall be mad cuz i just f*cked a bitch, WOW!
Did i take an L now i dont f*cking care
Yall be wishing for me to fall thinkin i dont got no balls
How bow dah (F*ckin clowns) how bow dah
How bow dah (F*ckin clowns) how bow dah
Back on track i smoke a fag you barely see me smoke a crack
Hit dat with a baseball bat go wild im ready to attack
Sip a Jack, drunk a bit and then she forgot how to act
You was whack, i be like ""girl, can i get my money back?""
Draco, stack of bags, im back with lumberjack and chappo
Brutally shoot me i be dodging it like a rambo
She be bloody mary and be lacking of tabasco
Carti in a party imma offer him a white hoe
MARSHAL XP - SOLD OUT Lyrics
MARSHAL XP - SOLD OUT Lyrics
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Yuh
I got these diamonds, these chains, i did a robbery
Telephone call left on missed call that left me on misery
And the silence, remains, i dont need company
To these kids i maybe new but im better thats the irony
I was 22, maybe i just dont know what to do
I shoulda never left my home id still be drinking mountain dew YUH
Finna ball out this bitch invisible now yall be a cynical and critical
Cuz bitch im sold out
Now go suck a dick, cuz yall be singing all my shit
And the last i remember yall be mad cuz i just f*cked a bitch, WOW!
Did i take an L now i dont f*cking care
Yall be wishing for me to fall thinkin i dont got no balls
How bow dah (F*ckin clowns) how bow dah
How bow dah (F*ckin clowns) how bow dah
Back on track i smoke a fag you barely see me smoke a crack
Hit dat with a baseball bat go wild im ready to attack
Sip a Jack, drunk a bit and then she forgot how to act
You was whack, i be like ""girl, can i get my money back?""
Draco, stack of bags, im back with lumberjack and chappo
Brutally shoot me i be dodging it like a rambo
She be bloody mary and be lacking of tabasco
Carti in a party imma offer him a white hoe
I got these diamonds, these chains, i did a robbery
Telephone call left on missed call that left me on misery
And the silence, remains, i dont need company
To these kids i maybe new but im better thats the irony
I was 22, maybe i just dont know what to do
I shoulda never left my home id still be drinking mountain dew YUH
Finna ball out this bitch invisible now yall be a cynical and critical
Cuz bitch im sold out
Now go suck a dick, cuz yall be singing all my shit
And the last i remember yall be mad cuz i just f*cked a bitch, WOW!
Did i take an L now i dont f*cking care
Yall be wishing for me to fall thinkin i dont got no balls
How bow dah (F*ckin clowns) how bow dah
How bow dah (F*ckin clowns) how bow dah
Back on track i smoke a fag you barely see me smoke a crack
Hit dat with a baseball bat go wild im ready to attack
Sip a Jack, drunk a bit and then she forgot how to act
You was whack, i be like ""girl, can i get my money back?""
Draco, stack of bags, im back with lumberjack and chappo
Brutally shoot me i be dodging it like a rambo
She be bloody mary and be lacking of tabasco
Carti in a party imma offer him a white hoe
Writer: ANDHIKA WIRA RESPATI KARIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid