Testo 4EVA - MARCO PLUS feat. Veeze
Testo della canzone 4EVA (MARCO PLUS feat. Veeze), tratta dall'album 4EVA
Yeah, uh, ay, uh, ay
Nigga
Yeah, ay, uh, ay
I done told this ho so many times, niggas ain't fuckin' with me
Shawty gon' charge online, but when she comin' to me, she fuck for free
Young nigga ballin', I'm bound to walk 'round
With a .80, you play me, I'm uppin' the heat (uppin' the heat)
I just went M.I.A., out in MIA with some fire shit puffin' the leaf (yeah)
I done made it out, I got thank God young nigga wasn't stuck in the street
I cannot go out bad, nor go out sad, keep a jet fire under the seat
I do that boy like Sebastian, hop out, blast him, put him right under the seat
Shawty just told me I'm toxic, I just like, "What can I say? I'm the son of a pimp"
What can I say? I'm the son of a pimp
Ball so hard, it get under the rim
I make a lil' ho jump like Jordan, I make a lil' ho jump like him
I feel like I'm walkin' Atlanta Ranger whenever I clutch my hip
I say, "Fuck nigga, ride with the MAC ASAP," I'm just like Tip
I might flash out and throw it away 'fore I let niggas see me sweat
I do not play no radio, my young niggas spin like a CD deck
I been tryna ball my whole life, I told 'em that we need nets
This whole thing got a lifetime deal, but Nike ain't wait, I keep me a check
Runnin' shit up forever, uh, runnin' shit up forever, uh
Runnin' shit up forever, uh, runnin' shit up forever, ay
Runnin' shit up, yeah, runnin' shit up forever, uh
Runnin' shit up forever, uh, runnin' shit up forever, uh
I feel just like Tee Grizzly, I do shit with no effort, uh
I do one of these rap niggas just like that Jeff Vendetta, ay
Elon with me, we high as a bitch, we smokin' on dope in the Tesla, uh
Shit up in my hand, go blow out the back, feel like Cole extra, ay
Spent so much on penthouses, I don't even wanna go out
Fuck the club, it's burnt out, take the strippers to the house
Makin' this shit a million at a time, I can't lose, cuh
He like Reggie Miller, yeah, he ballin', but he lame as hell
Go broke, somethin' I can't do, five bands spent on Balenci', boo
He just bought a deuce of greens, tell her go watch Shrek 2
I'm so much on demon time, can't be no bitch angel
Drip just like Criss Angel, cold heart reason why they changed too
How much you want for that real juice? Truth came in for the rescue
Fuck that nigga, better keep his back clean, he done had my ass whooped
Fuckin' that bitch with her friend in the bed, this what that cash do
Hittin' that shit, her friend in the bed, she not my type, but watch though
A hundred K, that light that, hundred bands, that's baby play
Hit his head on double pan, cup so dirty, it need a maid
Got my yayo whipped that way, you thinkin' that I can press the train
All my stones come GIA, you see this shit a mile away, ay
Runnin' shit up forever, uh, runnin' shit up forever, uh
Runnin' shit up forever, uh, runnin' shit up forever
Runnin' shit up, yeah, runnin' shit up forever, uh
Runnin' shit up forever, uh, runnin' shit up forever, uh
I feel just like Tee Grizzly, I do shit with no effort, uh
I do one of these rap niggas just like that Jeff Vendetta, uh
Elon with me, we high as a bitch, we smokin' on dope in the Tesla, uh
Shit up in my hand, go blow out the back, feel like Cole extra, ay
Runnin' shit up forever, uh, runnin' shit up forever, uh
Runnin' shit up forever, uh, runnin' shit up forever, ay
Runnin' shit up, yeah, runnin' shit up forever, uh
Runnin' shit up forever, uh, runnin' shit up forever, ay
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Writer(s): Demarcus Pollard, Karon Vantrees, Jian Dirk Tumapon
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