Joseph & Mary
Marvy Ayy, Yung Bans, Lil Tracy
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Yeah, yeah, like that Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (M-M-Marvy) (Ayy) Okay, she suck on dick like she wanna get married (she wanna get married) But I'm not fucking that bitch, we like Joseph and Mary (Joseph and Mary) Too many racks, this shit getting scary, hold on (shit getting scary) I don't not rap, so please don't compare me To these niggas that want clout more than they want the bag I'm finna move out of my house into another pad These niggas still sleeping on couches, what the f*ck is that? (What the f*ck is that?) Feel like Future, walkin' 'round in Gucci bucket hats I woke up this morning, I look in the mirror I'm glad to be me Then I run up my racks for whole fucking day then I go back to sleep Boy you fake as your diamonds, you fake as a btich, boy you need to decease Yes I'm fly as a pilot, my diamonds legit and they wet like a sea (let's go, let's go, okay) I'm with Bans in this bitch, we got freaky hoes (we got freaky hoes) I like when the pussy be tight like a cheerio (like a cheerio, woo) I like rocking expensive materials (materials) She put the drugs on her tongue, I'm like, "Here we go" I know they mad that I'm happy I was fucking your bitch, you was playing a game, I can see how that made you unhappy No kids, but she calling me daddy Why you keep talking down about me, I'ma put your ass right in a caddy Okay, she suck on dick like she wanna get married (she wanna get married) But I'm not fucking that bitch, we like Joseph and Mary (Joseph and Mary) Too many racks, this shit getting scary, hold on (shit getting scary) I don't not rap, so please don't compare me To these niggas that want clout more than they want the bag I'm finna move out of my house into another pad These niggas still sleeping on couches, what the f*ck is that? (What the f*ck is that?) Feel like Future, walkin' 'round in Gucci bucket hats Money on money, hundreds on hundreds, whoa I ride around with that cutter How you gon' f*ck on my brother? Then you gon' tell me you love me Young nigga straight out the slum Ain't have no food in my tummy Hundred racks in the Goyard Niggas sweet, don't want no war Just a young nigga, I get to the money, I break the bank Say you robbed me, that shit there cap, that shit no way Hit from the back, I pull out, bust all on her lace These niggas broke as f*ck, I see it in they face They know how I come, I'm so one of one Me and Tracy like blood, we got millions We straight out the slums, get flyer than doves Good girls like nuns, I shoot up the club Okay, she suck on dick like she wanna get married (she wanna get married) But I'm not fucking that bitch, we like Joseph and Mary (Joseph and Mary) Too many racks, this shit getting scary, hold on (shit getting scary) I don't not rap, so please don't compare me To these niggas that want clout more than they want the bag I'm finna move out of my house into another pad These niggas still sleeping on couches, what the f*ck is that? (What the f*ck is that?) Feel like Future, walkin' 'round in Gucci bucket hats
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Written by: Jazz Ishmael Butler, Vas Coleman
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