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Young Nudy – Marathon Lyrics

Marathon by Young Nudy

Mojo, that muhfucka crazy
Ayy, E-A (N—-, that’s crazy)
E-A, East side (East side)
East side
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)

Let off some steam, huh, let off some steam (Yeah)
Get that s— off your chest, where’s your team? (Where’s your, what?)
Aimin’ for your head, f— your vest (F— your vest, ooh)
We do no AK’s, f— your TEC (F— your TEC, ooh)
We carry Glocks, no Rugers (No Rugers, yeah)
N—- gettin’ popped, won’t shoot us (Won’t shoot us, yeah)
Know this s— won’t stop (Stop), n—– gettin’ killed ’round here
Dirt on my block (Yeah)

Don’t get this s— misconstrued, n—– be killin’ dudes
N—– be packin’ big tools (Ooh), I don’t know what they do
I am from the East side (East side), that s— bigger than a beehive
N—– be carryin’ that 5’s, n—– be shooting’ at n—–, no lie
I cannot tell no lie, in the streets, know this s— was so hot
I seen a lot of OG play with they pot when I whip out that fire
Know I’m a young n—-, and I’m slime for this s—, and I don’t know why
I’ma keep it real, I done see a n—- testify
Teardrops and fade, n—-, you ain’t killed nobody
N—- wanna fake g——- ’til it’s time to go kill somebody
Gotta put in the work for this s—, n—-, ask about it (Ask about it)
I done did some dirt in this s—, can’t tell nobody (Tell nobody)
Yeah, I’ma get money (I’ma get money, n—-)
Just want money, baby (Yeah), money junkie
‘Member what y’all done seen
This one chasin’ me, gotta get money by any means
Gotta go sell that cream, on the block, gotta serve to them fiends
N—– don’t know what they doin’, slimeball gotta sell ’em a dream
And I know she f— with me so hard, but I know I sold her a dream
Cheatin’ on her n—-, she with me, just let off some steam

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Let off some steam (Baby), let off some steam (Yeah)
Get that s— off your chest, where’s your team? (Where’s your, what?)
Aimin’ for your head, f— your vest (F— your vest, ooh)
We do no AK’s, f— your TEC (F— your TEC, ooh)
We carry Glocks, no Rugers (No Rugers, yeah)
N—- gettin’ popped, won’t shoot us (Won’t shoot us, yeah)
Know this s— won’t stop (Stop), n—– gettin’ killed ’round here
Dirt on my block (Yeah)

Gotta keep your eye open, watch out for them cops
And you gotta watch your back, watch out for them opps
And you gotta watch your partner’s friends, get ya popped
Loyalty over everything, they know how I rock
Never change for no fame, still on my block
Say when you get money that you’re ‘posed to leave the block
When I got enough money, I’m comin’ to buy the block
From the bottom to the top, steppin’ in my penthouse
Gucci flops, bad b—— walkin’ round, no panties in them Gucci socks
Presidential Rollie, gotta check the clock
Smokin’ on the Cuban, and I’m on a yacht
And that Cuban filled up with ganja, more ganja
Big blunts, you know I just stuff ’em and puff ’em
Baby lookin’ good to me, Young Nudy got to f— her
Done with your [?], and baby, I won’t cuff ya
Man tryna shoot at me ’bout p—-, I don’t, uh-uh

Let off some steam, let off some steam (Yeah)
Get that s— off your chest, where’s your team? (Where’s your, what?)
Aimin’ for your head, f— your vest (F— your vest, ooh)
We do no AK’s, f— your TEC (F— your TEC, ooh)
We carry Glocks, no Rugers (No Rugers, yeah)
N—- gettin’ popped, won’t shoot us (Won’t shoot us, yeah)
Know this s— won’t stop (Stop), n—– gettin’ killed ’round here
Dirt on my block (Yeah)

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