THE MARTIANS (with Syntax)
Mini Stanley
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35 seconds, 35 seconds 20 seconds, 20 seconds Long time coming Long way, long road Ten more seconds, ten more seconds Huge road, honest Four, four lanes Long ass intro You guys won't even believe what it took for us to get here Nah nah You just appreciate the journey I'm back from a minute Don't see cash any different Always gotta run it up Clucking heads for my chicken Got yo' bitch in the cut From my cup, she be sippin' Don't give no fucks Drop the top, where's the ceiling? Doing laps 'round your block When we find you, go missing Buddy knows that's what happen when you do all the dissing We smoke out the ounce while you stuck smoking midgets 220 on the dash, bitch I don't know my limits Back it, pack it Zip the hoe up Toss it in the trunk of Caddy or the truck Whippin', movin' Crew going stupid Really in the mood to pack you out You losin' Like a 8ball that I hit with a pool stick Had hella options but your hoe had to choose dick Shit's complicated but this ain't no rubix Laid out the blueprint, they copied the rubric Still they gon' wonder how the f*ck we do it I gamble my life like I'm not scared to lose it Go pack up your shit like a trip on a cruise ship That bitch drooling for me like she got some loose lips Play her like acoustic Fly her like I'm toothless Golden like a goose egg Knock him out, then duces My crew known to do shit You play by the rules, bitch If I say sum then you know I'm goin' through with it I'm tired of all of this Pick her brain apart, psychologist I ain't got no Rollie, just the Omnitrix So they stop and watch to see what's on my wrist I been confident, just a cocky bitch Stomp his face in the sand like an ostrich Drag his ass to the top and throw him off the bridge Just like Stan but I'm the one to off the bitch Two bottles down, now I'm off my shit We been on your block Glocks and rocket ships And now we off to the moon, she in mars and shit She in space but ain't hang with stars like this (I'm in the UFO! how do I park this bitch?) We pull up to where the motherfucking Martians live We stole their alien hoes so now they prolly pissed They came out with big boys, they five foot six But in Martian society that's very big Most definitely the tallest they'll ever get They tried to walk away but we running fists Call me conductor, I'm running shit You a gum on my shoe Sum stuck to my boot Get punched in the tooth One punch and we're through One dub then you lose Can't f*ck with a loser Making hits and you baking snoozers Fake ass bitch, why you making rumors? Crew neck T, 'cause I'm that much cooler Dirty hoes, I hate them And you, sir, are a place holder for my boogers Take the good and mix it with the gooder Way she staring, you would think I knew her Take in the data like a computer Too hurt to be dealing with a new girl but I'm trying Im so defiant I am Blah blah blah, I'm tired Wait is that the end of the song? Yeah, I think I'll just transition it to the next track I don't really know
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