Markwillis21s – 59

Markwillis21s – 59 Lyrics

Artist: Markwillis21s
Song: 59

Uh ah, 45 know my nine
59 n#gg#s talk
Four Glock, gon lie
Ah, uh-uh n#gg#s die

45 so side, uh
Know that we wit’ it we f#cking them b#tches n#gg#s they talking we getting them digits
n#gg#s they talking they know that we on it Getting all that profit
45 Glock, you know that my n#gg#s they rah’

You know that we chasing that guap
That 40 extension, the n#gg# get shot (yah)
Know that money in my pocket
Them b#tches they talking she offed it

p#ss# #ss n#gg#s be messing with my brain
Them p#ss# #ss n#gg#s might f#ck up ur brain
(Verse 2 : Shoshi)
I’m in the 6 with a 50

I’m in the trap glizzy
I move that powder easy
If it’s a personal ting just leave me
If it’s a personal ting just leave me

I’m in the trap for the commas and digits
Just send me the pack and I flip it
Don’t play this, no fidget
Manz talk, but it’s forbidden

Baby just listen
It’s complicated I get it
Just stop with the b#tchin’
Wasting time, I’m on a mission

Kill em’ all no witness
Send them my shooter, Willis
They hoes
While I have different visions, yeah

Stay focused on the grind
Big shots out of the 9
If the manz talk that’s fine
We make bread, we moved dimes, yeah

She moving weird I wonder why
I’ll pull up just send the where and time (boww)
(Verse 3 : Yung Gaby)
Stackin’ my cake and she call me a fifty

p#ss# m#th*rf#ck*rs dont know me but diss me
Why you gon hate, talkin’ sh#t you ain’t see me
Man you a b#tch why you acting so petty like ugh
You some b#tches

Dissin’ on the gram lemme’ switch it
If shawty a hoe, I dont kiss it, ditch it
Catch you in person no more b#tchin’
You geekin’ b#tch

Lemme switch it, uh
I made them pressed bout they main b#tch, uh
Catching all the smoke like it’s Pokémon, uh
Bars they kill call it Death Note, uh

Thuggin’ on the gram, you’s a nerd in reality
Being myself , most these b#tches they wannabes
Steady on my grind, let me grow me a money tree
Slidin’ with the flavor comin up from the seas, sayin’ oh

b#tch
(Verse 4 : Cee4)
Said she gon’ have my kids
I cannot wife a wh#re

These b#tches they trippin’ got racks my pockets all rich (Brrr)
Money counted hunnid’ kitchen counted like glue that b#tch gon’ stick
Ballin out every season feeling like Roddy, I wanna be rich
I need money, need more cheddar (Need more)

I’m tryna get my bread up (Stack)
Just like my bottoms (Redda’), Oh-no
I don’t need love letters (Love letters, love letters)
No, Ion’ need love letters
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From the album:
Time Flys [Explicit]
Release Year: 2020