NinetyninezeroFive – Marlboro Red
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Marlboro Red

Feat. Wahyu.

Let's go
Let's go
Keep it up the rhythm doe
Sipping some money like it was drugs bro
Your hoe

Let's go
Let's go
Keep it up the rhythm doe
Sipping some money like it was drugs bro
Your hoe

Marlboro
I bought some Marlboro
Some of red Marlboro
No we are using lighter or some gasoline ma bro is indica badu ma bro ain't ma self mad with youlet's go
Let's go
Keep it up the rhythm doe
Sipping some money like it was drugs bro
Your hoe

Let's go
Let's go
Keep it up the rhythm doe
Sipping some money like it was drugs bro
Your hoe
Marlboro
I bought some Marlboro
Somе of red Marlboro
No we are using lightеr or some gasoline ma bro is indica badu ma bro ain't ma self mad with you
I'm not gonna play with some voodoo this shit not some of the indica badu using this line like fruju now you gonna balling like a little dudu dada didi lala ain't gonna make myself mad with with you cause we just started bumping and we are just smoking and using some and sipping some and balling some of

Marlboro
I bought some Marlboro
Some of red Marlboro
No we are using lighter or some gasoline ma bro is indica badu ma bro ain't ma self mad with you
I'm not gonna play with some voodoo this shit not some of the indica badu

Let's go
Let's go
Keep it up the rhythm doe
Sipping some money like it was drugs bro
Your hoe

Let's go
Let's go
Keep it up the rhythm doe
Sipping some money like it was drugs bro
Your hoe

Lick another pussy? no i'd rather smokin cig
Better be the bad smoker, you can take that bitch
Now i'm here with pen and pad, tryna be the best
You just dreamin' bout the green, and the fuckin' bless [hit it
Let's go, let's go
Blow it to the window
Throw your goddamn lyric, with no cig you can't do it
Like me and homie tryna be the A-List
Celebrity? no we're for the trophy but no grammy
Lookin' at me flick my shit to your window
Dancin' to the beat, there's me playin' sick flow
Go to highschool just to killin' all this teacher
Cuz they're talkin' bout me, now i'm comin' through your speakers
BLA BLA BLA
I don't listen to the preacher
I will murderin' these people
Like i'm marshall mather
And when you die, i will take your fuckin' lungs and just give it to the rasta, now you have a fuckin' meaning bruh!
Let's go
Let's go
Keep it up the rhythm doe
Sipping some money like it was drugs bro
Your hoe

Let's go
Let's go
Keep it up the rhythm doe
Sipping some money like it was drugs bro
Your hoe

Having some troubles now i'm outsiders from The Game
Playing sumo with Majova like i'm motherfucking lamb
Keep it lamb keep it lame till it motherfucking fame
I'm doing some hichabuchi like i'm the man of japan
Doing something right like you only got the points
It seems that legendary never crying from the struggling
Now you expecting something to old to fine
This brother is just the outsider from the something's funny like the weeknd

Me and my homies wahyu is just more than enough for you
It seems that your Dark Souls never wording and even saying some Syahdu
Want to be honest ain't no clever words for you
I don't give a damn if you still get the points from what in my vision
I don't give a damn about your misconception
It seems that you can't take like god damn no more no more vision
I'm intern
You can marry that jane from Petter Parker
I don't give a damn i'm just still gonna marry her
Keeping her

Fuck that journalistic like it was a fucking bahamas
I should just take you and hung your self in the fucking monas
Keep it real keep it real keep it motherfucking real
Now take yourself and answer Mojava

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