"Marge Simpson" lyrics
(I'm fucked up right now, nigga free my twin, on God)
(Let's do it, let's do it, c'mon, yeah, shit I'm high)
(Young nigga shit)
I love geekin', RP10 my favorite feelin' (say what, say what)
He seen the blitz, I seen it coming like the Simpsons (I seen it comin)
Bad bitch, blue hair, look like Marge Simpson (Shit get bad)
Only time she show me love is when I'm trippin' (C'mon let's do it)
Ain't no rapper, I still whip elbow in the kitchen (Blrrd Blaow)
Gotta keep that .30, gotta ride wit' Draco, shit get wicked (Let's go, Let's go)
He tried to buck, shot his ass up, ain't talking 'bout clinic (Blrrd Blaow)
(Woah) They askin' how I got the bag, I woke up wit' it
Yeah for real, I pour Act' in every drank, it taste delicious (Nah for real)
Spin that block, rewind that bitch, hop out, remix 'em (Blaow, Cmere)
I can't talk about that body but shit be temptin' (Can't talk)
Chanel shoes wit' Fear of God, walk through the trenches (Walk through the trenches)
Think this hoe wan' suck my soul, take all my sympathy (Yeah, No cap)
Mini Micro .40 round, can't duck my weapon (Mini Micro 40 round)
My head on straight, this money first these hoes come second, (Nah for real)
I can't lie want yo' friend that's my confession (I can't lie I want yo' friend)
Freaked out hoe just ate the dick, now she want seconds (Ha)
Know these hoes gon' suck the team but I can't sweat it (I'm tenya)
I wasn't born no athlete, I tote the ratchet (Wasn't born no athlete)
I could've been a math-lete, I love subtractin' (I love subtractin')
(Let's do it, let's do it, c'mon, yeah, shit I'm high)
(Young nigga shit)
I love geekin', RP10 my favorite feelin' (say what, say what)
He seen the blitz, I seen it coming like the Simpsons (I seen it comin)
Bad bitch, blue hair, look like Marge Simpson (Shit get bad)
Only time she show me love is when I'm trippin' (C'mon let's do it)
Ain't no rapper, I still whip elbow in the kitchen (Blrrd Blaow)
Gotta keep that .30, gotta ride wit' Draco, shit get wicked (Let's go, Let's go)
He tried to buck, shot his ass up, ain't talking 'bout clinic (Blrrd Blaow)
(Woah) They askin' how I got the bag, I woke up wit' it
Yeah for real, I pour Act' in every drank, it taste delicious (Nah for real)
Spin that block, rewind that bitch, hop out, remix 'em (Blaow, Cmere)
I can't talk about that body but shit be temptin' (Can't talk)
Chanel shoes wit' Fear of God, walk through the trenches (Walk through the trenches)
Think this hoe wan' suck my soul, take all my sympathy (Yeah, No cap)
Mini Micro .40 round, can't duck my weapon (Mini Micro 40 round)
My head on straight, this money first these hoes come second, (Nah for real)
I can't lie want yo' friend that's my confession (I can't lie I want yo' friend)
Freaked out hoe just ate the dick, now she want seconds (Ha)
Know these hoes gon' suck the team but I can't sweat it (I'm tenya)
I wasn't born no athlete, I tote the ratchet (Wasn't born no athlete)
I could've been a math-lete, I love subtractin' (I love subtractin')
