March, "Nobles Of The Mystic Shrine"

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(Haaaa!)
 Rastafari, smoking on Marley
 Mama I'm sorry, got it at Orange beach
 Water like im sparkling, bitch I'm only startin'
 Big Money, call it ballin', put some rims on a war jeep
 Everything I say I do it, hoes only wish I couldn't
 Eat that jello like pudding, put this log in her life, no wood
 (Yeah!)
 Before I leave, leave more information than I would
 (Yeah!)
 I won't be a pet, no counseling, I'm goin make it work
 I'll shoot but I ain't talking no bird
 I'm screaming flex, she screamin flirt
 And now she on me like a perk, my fuckin weed smell like a turd
 I just made 10Mill off of merch
 When I take booze I'm so alert
 Droppin my top when I pull up
 They bring out the best of me (SRKT)
 I'll go to jail, I don't care, they know there's no stoppin me
 (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
 Got more weight on my muscles
 Been eating my beef and my broccoli
 Boss up young Nigha
 Man I don't hit the Mall, they shop for me.
 Rasta for me, smoking on Marley
 Mama I'm sorry, got it at Orange beach
 Water like im sparkling
 Bitch I'm only startin
 Big Money, call it ballin
 Put some rims on a war jeep
 Everything I say I do it
 Hoes only wish I couldn't
 Eat that jello like pudding
 Put this log in her life, no wood
 (Yeeaaahhhhhhh!)
 Before I leave, leave more information than I would
 Runnin my money up for all of my cousins and my Nighas nor else
 Bitching that I'm trappin, even though I make it rain
 It could never be clubs, don't care if your cousin disrespectful
 If you come in cuss, I'm having toys on toys no R Us
 Come get your bitch off my dick, sucking my blood like a tick
 And I cannot feel her stop it (Yeah)
 We are the best, Dominick, I zipped down my pants
 She gone snort like a pig, she gone Out of control
 Lil Mama know she got a NIGHA out of control
 She know I'm bring that sauce just like tripoli
 Shawty pussy wet as a ocean and I know
 Rasta for me, smoking on Marley
 Mama I'm sorry, got it at Orange beach
 Water like I'm sparkling
 Bitch I'm only startin'
 Big Money, call it ballin'
 Put some rims on a war jeep
 Everything I say I do it
 Hoes only wish I couldn't
 Eat that jello like pudding
 Put this log in her life, no wood
 (Yeah!)
 Before I leave, leave more information than I would

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Duration
03:36
Key
1
Tempo
123 BPM

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