Songtext zu ' Marciology ' von Roc Marciano

Uh (Ooh)
Hundred block (Ooh)

Yo, uh, brung game to the rap game
Got it shakin' like a crack game, black face Patek plain Jane
Blank tee with the paper plane
Ayy, everything on me brand name
But you rarely see any brand names on me anyway
Hands freeze like a chilly day (Woo)
Uh, this is guaranteed to make the city shake
The pinky ring one-fifty K
That's enough to break your lil' piggy bank
Uh, whipping weight
Every which way whipping the brick like a slave
The shipment was bigger than Ricki Lake (Uh)
The bitches was sniffing yay
Uh, sniffing the yay off the tray, '96 Dennis and Ray
Celebrating with an eighth, bitch, I cannot feel my face
Trick, I think I'm Lil Wayne
Ayy, I'm out here making it rain, I done created a lane
I been straight putting in pain, whippin' the Wraith on the blade
Breakin' these hoes, makin' plays, niggas gon' hate to the grave
Niggas gon' hate to the, uh, niggas gon' hate to the
Niggas gon' hate to the grave, this shit is like Abel and Cain
Be careful, you playing with flames, great with the aim
Cartier frames with the waves, Charly Wingate with the wave
Dr. Dre back on the Tanqueray
Warren G and Nate Dogg on the Regulate
TEC in the Chevrolet
Uh, you know the resume, with the weapon, I'm Leatherface
The Bottegas is heather grey
It feel like I just walked into Heaven's gate
With eleven chains (Uh)
Levitate, 38 with the electric tape
Niggas stressing for internet fame
Shit is sex, we ain’t into them games

We don't play (We don't play, nigga)
We don't play, we don't play (You know we don't play, boy)
(Woo, woo)
We don't play, we don't play
We don't play, we don't play

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