
Faneto Remix MARCO FLEX (Ft. Sha EK)
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[Intro: Marco Flex]
(It's Kosfinger, baby)
Grahh-grahh
Aye, flex
'Ess go, 'ess go
[Chorus: Marco Flex]
You want smoke with me? Must be out yo' top (What the fuck?)
My niggas slide, with them switches (Grahh)
They gon' tear down a whole block (Grahh, grahh)
Marco EBK, EOS, every opp shot (What, bop-bop)
How you smokin' on my dead, and nigga, [?] got you shot (It's Kosfinger, baby)
I'ma 'miri jeans steppa', louis shirt, chrome heart
Let me catch yo ass in traffic, I'ma have bro flip that car (Bop, aye)
Doing eighty in a Urus, blew the engine, oh my God (Damn)
How the fuck you want beef, you ain't know I was a God (What, huh?)
[Verse 1: Marco Flex]
Pass the hoe to the gang, all these bitches gettin' tossed (They are)
Marco Flеx, always on it (What?)
Call me Marco, Tony Hawk
We outside, street sweepa', it's gon' knock you out yo' socks
You do what you can, and I do what I want (Lеt's go)
Big flex, I'ma bougie nigga, ride around in foreign cars (Flex)
Oh we lit, on the gram, with that baby ass watch? (That weak ass watch)
Blue face, pink slits
Get behind me, do the race (Skrrt, skrrt)
Fox fire, murda' gang
We gon' put you in a grave (Bop-bop-bop-bop)
Pick 'em up, fuck yo' homie (Kill his ass)
He shoulda' never mentioned my name (What?)
Marco Flex, lil' homie, but my pockets big bank
SRT, rock body, I just copped lil' bro a chain (Skrrt)
Nigga fuck yo' AP, I just bought my Patek plain (Aye, look)
(It's Kosfinger, baby)
Grahh-grahh
Aye, flex
'Ess go, 'ess go
[Chorus: Marco Flex]
You want smoke with me? Must be out yo' top (What the fuck?)
My niggas slide, with them switches (Grahh)
They gon' tear down a whole block (Grahh, grahh)
Marco EBK, EOS, every opp shot (What, bop-bop)
How you smokin' on my dead, and nigga, [?] got you shot (It's Kosfinger, baby)
I'ma 'miri jeans steppa', louis shirt, chrome heart
Let me catch yo ass in traffic, I'ma have bro flip that car (Bop, aye)
Doing eighty in a Urus, blew the engine, oh my God (Damn)
How the fuck you want beef, you ain't know I was a God (What, huh?)
[Verse 1: Marco Flex]
Pass the hoe to the gang, all these bitches gettin' tossed (They are)
Marco Flеx, always on it (What?)
Call me Marco, Tony Hawk
We outside, street sweepa', it's gon' knock you out yo' socks
You do what you can, and I do what I want (Lеt's go)
Big flex, I'ma bougie nigga, ride around in foreign cars (Flex)
Oh we lit, on the gram, with that baby ass watch? (That weak ass watch)
Blue face, pink slits
Get behind me, do the race (Skrrt, skrrt)
Fox fire, murda' gang
We gon' put you in a grave (Bop-bop-bop-bop)
Pick 'em up, fuck yo' homie (Kill his ass)
He shoulda' never mentioned my name (What?)
Marco Flex, lil' homie, but my pockets big bank
SRT, rock body, I just copped lil' bro a chain (Skrrt)
Nigga fuck yo' AP, I just bought my Patek plain (Aye, look)
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