Marcus Smart Song Lyrics

Description:- Marcus Smart Lyrics Peter Rosenberg, Stove God Cooks & Flee Lord are Provided in this article. This is a new song which is sang by famous Singer ​Peter Rosenberg. This song is from Real Late Album. This Song will release on 28 January 2021.

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Song:– Marcus Smart

Singer:– Peter Rosenberg, Stove God Cooks & Flee Lord

Album:– Real Late

Producer:– Zoomo

Written:– Stove God Cooks & Flee Lord

Label:– Real Late Records

Marcus Smart Lyrics Peter Rosenberg, Stove God Cooks & Flee Lord

[Intro: Flee Lord]
Okay, okay
Uh-huh, okay, okay
I like this beat right here, uh-huh
Let me drum (Lord, Lord)

[Verse 1: Flee Lord]
Top down, lettin’ the sun in up the 110 (Skrrt)
Chopper in hands that’ll make a nigga lungs spin
Cruisin’ up the coast, yeah, they choosin’ us the most (The most)
Takeover’s complete, I’m usin’ music just to boast (Uh-huh)
Violent fool, straight up bar masters in my talent pool
Nonchalant attitude (Huh), bounce around in Malibu (Woo)
Legends tappin’ in, hot weapons by the Benz (Brrt)
Lord, I used to cook the coke and now I chef inside my pen (Whip)
Sippin’ Gatorade and Henny, why you twistin’ up the skinny?
Dyin’ ’cause you lyin’ and you livin’ just to envy (Haha)
Shit’s scary, thirty-six shots up in the six sеries (Brrt)
Play near me, patch ovеr eye like I’m Nick Fury (Boom, boom, boom)
Promises is kept, been shinin’ since the ‘jects
And I’m killin’ it with fashion, in designer shit to death (I’m killin’ it with fashion, motherfucker)
Man, I’m killin’ it with fashion, in designer shit to death

[Verse 2: Stove God Cooks]
A young boy screw loose (Uh-huh), they done stripped the bolts on ’em
Shoulda never sent him to pick up the work for me
Sprayed the park and had my shit inside the car
Marcus Smart, boy, was shootin’ with a thirty-six on ’em (Brrt)
Said if he wasn’t in a rush, they was all goners
TEC cursive on the chest, he was gon’ Sean John ’em
They were sleepin’ on the God, then it dawned on ’em (What?)
My mic game different, I’m Bob Barker (Woo)
My wrist spin like the wheel
My niggas still in the field, I got busy this year
Stop hatin’, nigga, you see it
Buck fifty on your face now, nigga, you seal
The John Geigers is teal
Strings wrap your ankles, when I think back, I’m thankful
‘Cause the first hit I made was with the bakin’ soda
Apron over the Yves Saint Laurent with the AP on ’em
Last bricks I had, they stamped the Bad Boy baby on ’em
Stove

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