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Marvin's Room
by PradaJay
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You don't understand how this shit is, I've been dealing with it since a buck
Three shooters we hop-out the truck, up the glizzy I'm leaving him stuck
My NGA'S, they hawked him down and turned him into runtz
Another vicky on the app, bro stuff a bigger blunt
Give her perky dick, she on my line, she just can't get enough
Where I'm from, this shit too guttery, it's like snow in the bluff
Claiming he a carrier and he keep dissing, I'll test that nigga bluff
Seven caught that nigga in the alley, he ran out of luck
She DMing like I'm tryna fuck, too busy on running it up
I lost my homie left me in the dust, glock 33 on my lap, I can't trust
Nobody playing your music like Russ, took him on a drill, he air ball like Russ
BBL wagging all up on that guts, she from the west-coast, said she wanna hump
Wanna hump, wanna hump,
"I'm just saying, you could do better"
"And I'll start hatin, only if you make me"
Used to crumbs and I'm showing her better
Clutchin' the turkey-butt through the sweater
This is a Gen 5, not a Beretta
Dissin' on Trizzy that shit get you wet up
Crackin' threes, and you gon' get shot
Shawty a chooser, left when I was pop
Run into Nazzy, make him do the bop
Like a snapple, cracking his top
My own dukes can vouch, about them shootings
Walk up out the store, look like I'm looting
Like my accent, said she wanna do me
Only gettin' older, this the new me
She DMing like I'm tryna fuck, too busy on running it up
I lost my homie left me in the dust, glock 33 on my lap, I can't trust
Nobody playing your music like Russ, took him on a drill, he air ball like Russ
BBL wagging all up on that guts, she from the west-coast, said she wanna hump
You don't understand how this shit is, I've been dealing with it since a buck
Three shooters we hop-out the truck, up the glizzy I'm leaving him stuck
My NGA'S, they hawked him down and turned him into runtz
Another vicky on the app, bro stuff a bigger blunt
Give her perky dick, she on my line, she just can't get enough
Where I'm from, this shit too guttery, it's like snow in the bluff
Claiming he a carrier and he keep dissing, I'll test that nigga bluff
Seven caught that nigga in the alley, he ran out of luck
She DMing like I'm tryna fuck, too busy on running it up
I lost my homie left me in the dust, glock 33 on my lap, I can't trust
Nobody playing your music like Russ, took him on a drill, he air ball like Russ
BBL wagging all up on that guts, she from the west-coast, said she wanna hump
Wanna hump, wanna hump,
"I'm just saying, you could do better"
"And I'll start hatin, only if you make me"
Used to crumbs and I'm showing her better
Clutchin' the turkey-butt through the sweater
This is a Gen 5, not a Beretta
Dissin' on Trizzy that shit get you wet up
Crackin' threes, and you gon' get shot
Shawty a chooser, left when I was pop
Run into Nazzy, make him do the bop
Like a snapple, cracking his top
My own dukes can vouch, about them shootings
Walk up out the store, look like I'm looting
Like my accent, said she wanna do me
Only gettin' older, this the new me
She DMing like I'm tryna fuck, too busy on running it up
I lost my homie left me in the dust, glock 33 on my lap, I can't trust
Nobody playing your music like Russ, took him on a drill, he air ball like Russ
BBL wagging all up on that guts, she from the west-coast, said she wanna hump
