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MÄRCHING letra


(I-I-I-I–)
Whoa, I'm the– (I-I-I-I–)
Whoa
Oh, that's– Made me feel this shit, that's a bad lifestyle
Got some bad money, but I coupled up this lifestyle
I cut ties off, I cut dreads off, I keep big Glock
(I-I-I-I-I'm working on dying)
(BNYX)

Touch down in London on this private jet (yeah)
I make them millions, make you wanna flex (yeah)
Yeah, I bought that building right next to the vet (yeah)
Bitch, I been so high, I don't even touch the ground (yeah, woo)
You ain't touch my diamonds, they gon' jump around (yeah)
I got money in my pocket, that bitch got fatter now
Heard your ass falling out, heard your ass falling down, huh (whoa)
They can't cross me, lil bitch, but I turned it upside down

(Woo) put money on ya' head, put money on yo' wig
Put money on this whip (woo), this Urus go 200, bitch (skrrt)
Said I done bought the Benz, I'm marching, I'm yanking that bitch (yank on it)
And fuck what you say, you a lil bitty bitch (lil bitty)
A lil bitty itty-ty bitch (itty-ty)
I call up the mob, and them motherfuckers hit (yeah)
I'm talkin' bout it-it-it
Yeah, you couldn't get 'nough even wit' all of these racks (ooh-yeah), I jump out, yeah, they need me
I'on give a fuck what you said, you a bitch, them muhfuckers never regret it (bitch)
Yeah, I told you you'd never exist, yeah, the muhfuckin' rat (rat)
Yankin' that bitch off the side, I'm making that bitch like the drums (buh)
I put on the clip, it's a drum (ooh, uh)
Got big balls, I don't run (yeah)
I don't give a fuck, no fun (yeah)
You don't even got no funds (mh)
Lil bitty bitch got the– Err (woo)
Swervin' that Err (woo)
I'm on the side wit' the– Err (eh)
Couldn't decide by the whole world (eh)
Lil pussy, lil bitch, go do homework
I'm in space, see the whole world (yeah-yeah)
Jackin' my style but it ain't worth it (it ain't)
That shit will never work (yeah)
Run it again, 'cause that shit will never work

Touch down in London on this private jet (yeah)
I make them millions, make you wanna flex (yeah)
Yeah, I bought that building right next to the vet (yeah)
Bitch, I been so high, I don't even touch the ground (yeah, woo)
You ain't touch my diamonds, they gon' jump around (yeah)
I got money in my pocket, that bitch got fatter now
Heard your ass falling out, heard your ass falling down, huh (whoa)
They can't cross me, lil bitch, but I turned it upside down

(Woo)
(Woo)
(Yank on it)
(Yeah, itty-ty)

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