Marathon Man Chris Brown (Ft. HoodyBaby & Luvaboy TJ)
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[Verse 1: HoodyBaby]
Word around town, it's a drug war (Ooh)
Step into my crib, it's a drug store (On the low)
I don't need nothin', I just want more (I need)
Real dope boy, I took the coke on tour
Take a walk with me, this a plug talk (Plug talk)
Funny all this work got me takin' off (Takin' off)
Hit a lick for bricks and I make it off (Woo)
HoodyBaby, I'm the boss 'cause I paid the cost
Young niggas sellin' coke, I got WiFi
Side bitches suckin' dick from the sideline
Fuck boys, they ain't stickin' to the guidelines
The world is yours, nigga, I want mine (I need it)
[Chorus: HoodyBaby, Chris Brown]
Classic, did my thing with the coke, nigga
Marathon man, I be runnin' with the dope dealers
Sippin' Ace of Spade, gettin' drunk with the gold diggers
Hundred thousand dollar cross, feelin' like the Pope, nigga (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Marathon man, nigga, cheatin' like I'm Lance
Last week I was in France, hundred-fifty up in Cannes
Say I can't, nigga, I can
Boy, don't make me pull them choppers out
Check my chopper style, send that ass back to your mama house (Ayy)
Bitch, you think I'm playin', I spend fifty thousand on the dance
Ain't no evidence 'cause the judge ain't find no skeleton (Ow!)
I be runnin' laps in my trap (Yeah!)
Ain't gotta be strapped 'fore a nigga take your tap
OHB, bitch (Yeah)
Word around town, it's a drug war (Ooh)
Step into my crib, it's a drug store (On the low)
I don't need nothin', I just want more (I need)
Real dope boy, I took the coke on tour
Take a walk with me, this a plug talk (Plug talk)
Funny all this work got me takin' off (Takin' off)
Hit a lick for bricks and I make it off (Woo)
HoodyBaby, I'm the boss 'cause I paid the cost
Young niggas sellin' coke, I got WiFi
Side bitches suckin' dick from the sideline
Fuck boys, they ain't stickin' to the guidelines
The world is yours, nigga, I want mine (I need it)
[Chorus: HoodyBaby, Chris Brown]
Classic, did my thing with the coke, nigga
Marathon man, I be runnin' with the dope dealers
Sippin' Ace of Spade, gettin' drunk with the gold diggers
Hundred thousand dollar cross, feelin' like the Pope, nigga (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Marathon man, nigga, cheatin' like I'm Lance
Last week I was in France, hundred-fifty up in Cannes
Say I can't, nigga, I can
Boy, don't make me pull them choppers out
Check my chopper style, send that ass back to your mama house (Ayy)
Bitch, you think I'm playin', I spend fifty thousand on the dance
Ain't no evidence 'cause the judge ain't find no skeleton (Ow!)
I be runnin' laps in my trap (Yeah!)
Ain't gotta be strapped 'fore a nigga take your tap
OHB, bitch (Yeah)
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