Top Songs By Marcus
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Martin-Kersey
Songwriter
Marcus Fleming
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yo, ok
Fuck a bitch and kick her out
Get it in and get it out
I don't want you in my house
Where the pussy? It's a drought
Up so much I'm losin' count
Fuck yo follows and yo clout
Fit it all up in yo mouth
Let's see what you really 'bout
I ain't gon' lie to you
This year been hella easy
I'm gettin' what I want and takin' nothing less
2K22 and forever
We steppin' on shit or steppin' over it
I see y'all **** hatin'
Too bad you can't do shit about it
MC, go
Yo, ok
Fuck a bitch and kick her out
Get it in and get it out
I don't want you in my house
Where the pussy? It's a drought
Up so much I'm losin' count
Fuck yo follows and yo clout
Fit it all up in yo mouth
Let's see what you really 'bout
Let's see what you really 'bout (Talk that shit, say)
I got time today, I'm outside yo crib
Bitch I got a lot of sticks, so what you know where I live (Pull up)
I'm a whole baby daddy, I went so long without a kid
I just cheated on my bitch and said the game rigged
How you different from these hoes and y'all got the same wig?
They gon' fuck me and my brotha like we got the same twig (Tied in)
I be penny pinchin' wit' it, I'm a whole damn pig
I'm the type of **** that write adlibs
You the type to use somebody else pic, you's a catfish
I ain't no side ****, I got 'em doin' backflips (Whoa)
She say she love it here, I'm the main attraction
Damn, "Where the fuck you at bitch?
Grab me some coney, pull up, put it on me
We can leave it behind the scenes, Manny did Tony
You can play as Yvette, I'ma play that **** Jody"
Nahhhhh
I can't be Jody, he ain't takin' care of responsibilities as a man
How you get yo head licked by a grown ass man?
How you get caught with the condoms? Put 'em in the trash can
Damnnnn
How many times do a young **** gotta cut up?
I'm tired of hearin', "They sleepin' on me", **** shut up (Talk)
Ion even know these ****, but **** sayin', "What up" (Talk)
She swearin' she archin' something, I told her lift her butt up
While y'all was the class clowns, I focused on the come up
When I was gettin' sucked down, y'all was a bunch of suck ups
When y'all was goin' out to Vegas, I focused on the touch ups
I feel like you fucked me over? Just know you gettin' fucked up
I, no
I ain't bouta play wit' no **** 'bout my muthafucking brothas (Go)
I know all my fuckin' brothas (Go)
They don't play about they brotha (Go)
If you ain't from 'round here, why the fuck you tryna come here? (Dumbass)
Nawwww
Make it make sense
She can take jokes, but she can't take dick
Naw I don't take breaks, I can't even take trips
Everybody be ballin', but y'all quick to hate tips
See we come out of different bags
A lot of **** can't obtain
Let alone abstain
It's only half-time baby
Real **** in Game 7
Mood 3 on the way
Moment of silence and long live my **** Marr
We gon' hold it down for you my baby
Written by: David Martin-Kersey, Marcus Fleming