Marcelina Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah

Is this Glock

Yeah

Yeah

Aye

Shawty got on that shit she know I Like

Fucking on nat nat

I'm like whats the price

I get a bag the bad bitch want my pipe

Stacking that cash

You know that's my life yeah

Bitch bad bitch uh

Let's go play follow the leader

And she topping me up in the whip

And the head is so good

She know I'll never leave her

And I'm peeling her back

And I'm smacking her ass

And I'm fucking that bitch on the speaker

Never loving no bitch

And I put that on brodie

I got my heart in a freezer

Bitch lil bitch uh

I'm in the spot with the pits

Had to turn up the spot for a bit

I'm sipping the wock yeah I don't do the tris

Wait hol on wait uh yeah

I might do the tris

Brodie walked out with a Glock on his hip

We bending his block

We pop out with them sticks

Wait sad song

Let's get back to you turning me on

Let's get back to you shaking breaking it

Topping me up to the End of the song

Let's get back to you counting the cake

And I'm going up lean and I'm writing my wrong

Saint Laurent on jeans and my twizzy on ten

My baby fenty the thong

Bitch from the creases

Said she don't fuck with polices

Singing my song yeah she loving my thesis

Banging my shit yeah I'm digging yo features

Bitch bad bitch uh yeah

Rasheeda Kenyeva

Tell her pop out she gon follow the leader

Say she don't fuck with em

I don't fuck with em either

Shawty got on that shit she know I Like

Fucking on nat nat

I'm like whats the price

I get a bag the bad bitch want my pipe

Stacking that cash

You know that's my life yeah

Bitch bad bitch uh

Let's go play follow the leader

And she topping me up in the whip

And the head is so good

She know I'll never leave her

And I'm peeling her back

And I'm smacking her ass

And I'm fucking that bitch on the speaker

Never loving no bitch

And I put that on brodie

I got my heart in a freezer

Bitch lil bitch uh

I'm in the spot with the pits

Had to turn up the spot for a bit

I'm sipping the wock yeah I don't do the tris

Wait hol on wait uh yeah

I might do the tris

Brodie walked out with a Glock on his hip

We bending his block

We pop out with them sticks

Wait sad song

Let's get back to you turning me on

Let's get back to you shaking breaking it

Topping me up to the End of the song

Let's get back to you counting the cake

And I'm going up lean and I'm writing my wrong

Saint Laurent on jeans and my twizzy on ten

My baby fenty the thong