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March Madness (Remix)

 

March Madness (Remix)


Dress it up and make it real for me
Whatever that fucking means

Dirty soda in a Styrofoam (yee)
Spend a day to get my mind blown (mind blown)
Dress it up and go to NASA
200 miles on the dash (woo!)
And gotta roll a pound up and gas it
Switching lanes in a Grand Rapide
We the ones that kept it cool with all these niggas
'Til these niggas started acting (we did it)
Shoot a nigga like a film in a movie
Nigga, gon' let 'em have it (we did)
We balling like the March Madness (let's get it)
All these cops shooting niggas, tragic
I'm the one that's living lavish
Like I'm playing for the Mavericks
I didn't wanna fuck the bitch
The molly made me fuck her even though she average

Reflect with radiance
Rising consciousness of my people in the stadiums
Or I can get ignorant like that nigga Maury Povich portray us as
I'm hip hop baby dad
And all of y'all my litter, my little kids
And my label's Mass Appeal
A blunt, a pill and some liquor
I get to my hitters, they spray your ass
Get money fast, R.I.P. the check, smell my kilo breath
I spit and I freeze you to death
Cuban tobacco mouth, trap nigga cologne
Been had the OG respect
Pick the city, I knock four of ya' baddest
16 chilling with Supreme Magnetic
Fort Greene nigga with a little Queens bastard
Now I'm in a Ghost or a Benz or an Aston, icon status
And we still strapped case you niggas want static
Still balling, still macking
Niggas ain't a 100, he 60/40
We 50/50, that's automatic
My niggas got open cases
But niggas got watches and bracelets
And cee-lo, I never throw aces
Don't give a fuck about racists
Pray that my niggas come out of the FEDs
Shout to my niggas who dead
We got the stripes
All I got is my real niggas for life
Nas pour henny, Future pour dirty sprite

Dirty soda in a Styrofoam (yee)
Spend a day to get my mind blown (mind blown)
Dress it up and go to NASA
200 miles on the dash (woo!)
And gotta roll a pound up and gas it
Switching lanes in a Grand Rapide
We the ones that kept it cool with all these niggas
'Til these niggas started acting (we did it)
Shoot a nigga like a film in a movie
Nigga, gon' let 'em have it (we did)
We balling like the March Madness (let's get it)
All these cops shooting niggas, tragic
I'm the one that's living lavish
Like I'm playing for the Mavericks
I didn't wanna fuck the bitch
The molly made me fuck her even though she average

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