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Martian Mars - Martian Thoughts Lyrics



Martian Mars - Martian Thoughts Lyrics




Hey grab a backwood roll some weed
My head ain't bald but I'm so clean
I walk on the stage and I f*ck it up
I be leaving a puddle I'm dripping huh
You be wondering why your bitch be under my pictures
Cause I'm in ha guts
Put them golds in my mouth I really be feeling my self now
I got the choppa with the beam for a nigga who feeling hisself now
Big bank yeah I got that
Keep towel cause a nigga be dripping
Big bankroll yeah my money is cripping
Naw I ain't Asian my eyes just low
From all of this kush that a young nigga blow
Spreading love I ain't hating
Constantly smoking like I am Jamaican
Big backwood roll a three and I face it
They know the Martian all around the nation
Dripping this fabric is very expensive
Channel Dior I might put on Givenchy
Leaving the bank and teller blow a kiss
(Huh)
Wonder why she did that
Probably cause I got these big racks
(Yeah)
Love them gun sound just like flocka
South side nigga we don't run from no problems
2 percodcts for side my hoe
She turn into freak when she get on a pill
Money long just Bill Gates
I'm getting money and you ain't
That's why mad huh
You know that shit huh
Scat pack leave a broke nigga in the dust
Srt if a nigga wanna race
Double R when a nigga sign that deal
And vvs in my grill
Put my momma in a house on a hill
I know Zoe's in Miami fr
They toting them choppas they ready kill
Seen the 9 a nigga had to peel
(Skurt)
Bad bitch family from overseas
I be hitting from back she sound Chinese
I just gotta call from my account
He said I been showing my ass
Spending all this f*cking cash
I hop in the sprinter
We get jump on the road
You know that we toating them poles
I might hit bo phone just to get off a load
Pills come in then I get gone
Lean come in and I drank it down
Marijuana smoke it by the pound
Blonde all in my hair cause I'm bougie now
I can't f*ck basic bitch
The Martian ain't rocking no average shit
Designer all of over my body bitch
No ping pong ion do the back and forth
Bread on me no subway owe
Ice on me no Refrigerator
Got all of these guns like the terminator
Lil broke boy ain't getting no damn money
I just sit back and laugh nigga I think it's funny
I'm f*cking his bitch
Got em guessing locations
And
If if she try to set me up like Gucci
Bet I catch a body like Gucci
Mars
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Hey grab a backwood roll some weed
My head ain't bald but I'm so clean
I walk on the stage and I f*ck it up
I be leaving a puddle I'm dripping huh
You be wondering why your bitch be under my pictures
Cause I'm in ha guts
Put them golds in my mouth I really be feeling my self now
I got the choppa with the beam for a nigga who feeling hisself now
Big bank yeah I got that
Keep towel cause a nigga be dripping
Big bankroll yeah my money is cripping
Naw I ain't Asian my eyes just low
From all of this kush that a young nigga blow
Spreading love I ain't hating
Constantly smoking like I am Jamaican
Big backwood roll a three and I face it
They know the Martian all around the nation
Dripping this fabric is very expensive
Channel Dior I might put on Givenchy
Leaving the bank and teller blow a kiss
(Huh)
Wonder why she did that
Probably cause I got these big racks
(Yeah)
Love them gun sound just like flocka
South side nigga we don't run from no problems
2 percodcts for side my hoe
She turn into freak when she get on a pill
Money long just Bill Gates
I'm getting money and you ain't
That's why mad huh
You know that shit huh
Scat pack leave a broke nigga in the dust
Srt if a nigga wanna race
Double R when a nigga sign that deal
And vvs in my grill
Put my momma in a house on a hill
I know Zoe's in Miami fr
They toting them choppas they ready kill
Seen the 9 a nigga had to peel
(Skurt)
Bad bitch family from overseas
I be hitting from back she sound Chinese
I just gotta call from my account
He said I been showing my ass
Spending all this f*cking cash
I hop in the sprinter
We get jump on the road
You know that we toating them poles
I might hit bo phone just to get off a load
Pills come in then I get gone
Lean come in and I drank it down
Marijuana smoke it by the pound
Blonde all in my hair cause I'm bougie now
I can't f*ck basic bitch
The Martian ain't rocking no average shit
Designer all of over my body bitch
No ping pong ion do the back and forth
Bread on me no subway owe
Ice on me no Refrigerator
Got all of these guns like the terminator
Lil broke boy ain't getting no damn money
I just sit back and laugh nigga I think it's funny
I'm f*cking his bitch
Got em guessing locations
And
If if she try to set me up like Gucci
Bet I catch a body like Gucci
Mars
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Writer: Marquell Strozier
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Language: English
Length: 2:18
Written by: Marquell Strozier
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