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YNW Melly & Foolie "Maserati" (Music Video) #FREEMELVIN
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Listen to Maserati (feat. YNW Melly) - Single by Foolie
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Foolie
Foolie
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Donovan Johnson
Donovan Johnson
Composer

Lyrics

(12 Hunna on the beat) Aye, haha (shoutout Jackwood) You know (mafia) shoutout to my cousin (Foolie) and my uncle, big magic ya know (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Pull up with a motherfuckin' foreign car (skrrt), it's a Maserati (young nigga world) Don't play with the clique, don't play with blood They gon' catch a body (body catchers, body catchers) We ride through your house with a whole lot of stick With them Glocks with them dicks (young nigga world) He say that he on it, I know he a bitch and that shit ain't legit (young nigga way) And if a nigga try to run up on me anywhere broad day, promise he gon' die (promise the bitch) 'Cause I got killers on speed dial (watch) and I wish my nigga beat trial (rich) Bitch nigga stop it, I'm higher than you though You better go check on my latitude (check on my latitude, check on my latitude) These niggas be talkin' like they really on it You diss me but bitch I'm not mad at you (bitch I'm not mad at you) These niggas wan' eat on my plate (huh?) Where was you when I was strugglin' (where was you?) Where was you when I was husslin' (where?) I am not feelin' these niggas (uh, uh) Feelin' like the mob, send a couple hits (mob, mafia) Coolin' with my dogs, just a couple crip (couple Crips) .223s and them big F&N's (rrah) Me and Melly really runnin' to them bands NP keep that MP, he gon' shoot that thing until it's empty 'Cause we run up a check in this white tee (run it up) We could scrabble up, if you don't like me (scrabble up) Think he takin' my chain that's unlikely (I don't think so) Bullets strikin' that nigga like lightnin' Watch me hop out the Tesla truck (hop out, ayy) Got the doors up brought my killas they slidin', lil' bitch (Foolie) Pull up with a motherfuckin' foreign car, it's a Maserati (young nigga world) Don't play with the clique, don't play with blood They gon' catch a body (catch 'em a body bitch) We ride through your house with a whole lot of stick With them Glocks with them dicks (Glock with 'em dicks) He say that he on it, I know he a bitch and that shit ain't legit (I know you a snitch) And if a nigga try to run up on me anywhere broad day, promise he gon' die (bratt, bratt, bratt) 'Cause I got killers on speed dial (watch) and I wish my nigga beat trial (for real, for real) Bitch nigga stop it, I'm higher than you though You better go check on my latitude (latitude, latitude) These niggas be talkin' like they really on it You diss me but bitch I'm not mad at you (mad at you, mad at you) 'Cause it's a R-O-B-B-E-R-Y (robbery, bitch) And we gon' pull up with whole lots of fire Bitch they finally let a nigga out Now these diamonds on my fuckin' couch (oh-oh) Got yo' bitch on my fuckin' couch Balenciaga, lakers in the wait Balenciaga loafers in her mouth (what?) I make the bitch suck my toes (suck my toes lil' bitch) All of these bitches gon' suck on the dick when I fuck 'cause she gon' Melly pose (Lil' bitch, lil' bitch) She wanna fuck the team, she wanna fuck the gang (yeah) All of this ice on my motherfuckin' neck like I'm Gucci Mane (ya dig, yuh) Pull up with a motherfuckin' foreign car, it's a Maserati (Maserati bitch) Don't play with the clique, don't play with blood They gon' catch a body (catch 'em a body bitch) We ride through your house with a whole lot of stick With them Glocks with them dicks (Glock with 'em dicks) He say that he on it, I know he a bitch and that shit ain't legit (that shit ain't legit lil' bitch) And if a nigga try to run up on me anywhere broad day, promise he gon' die (bratt, bratt, bratt) 'Cause I got killers on speed dial (watch) and I wish my nigga beat trial (for real, lil' bitch) Bitch nigga stop it, I'm higher than you though You better go check on my latitude (latitude, latitude) These niggas be talkin' like they really on it You diss me but bitch I'm not mad at you
Writer(s): Michael Brendan O'brien, Jamell Demons, Donovan Wesley Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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