CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Marinate
Ooh, ooh (Let it marinate, ooh)
Ooh, ooh
Goddamn (Yeah, yeah)
Oh, my God (Let it marinate, ooh)
Ugh-ugh, ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy
Hol' on baby, I know you, I know you wanna twerk but um (Let it marinate, ooh)
Yeah, I got a gun in my shorts and um (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, it could be— It could get dangerous (Let it marinate, ooh)
(Blaccmass)
(BNYX)
Hol' on baby, yeah, I know you tryna twerk somethin'
But I got the .40 in my shorts, you might hurt somethin'
I'ma bust a move just as soon as the work come
Had three b*t*hes on my roster, I burnt one
All my n***as ugly, yeah, we all need some work done
f**king up, hell nah, we ain't learn none
Got a lil' money, still the same f**king person
Rob a b*t*h and use thе same money that I stole to gеt her hair done
We be in the cut like a tampon
Back in high school, I rolled blunts on the Scantron
Fresh inside, fresh paintjob
Slap a n***a teeth out his mouth like some AirPods
Quit talking to me
I don't use sidewalks, b*t*h, I walk in the streets
I like nasty hoes trapping all they farts in the sheets
Her coochie hairy; I be getting hella knots in my teeth
(Yeah) This a f**k-n***a anthem
I was on the playground tryna smoke a Camel
You was on the playground snitching—you a Randal
We gon' stomp you out like Mufasa getting trampled
I done slept on every n***a couch in East Atlanta
Now, I could buy everybody house in East Atlanta
Your b*t*h illiterate—she say "Chanel" like "Channel"
She want a Birkin bag, I bought that b*t*h a Yankee Candle
Let it marinate
Let it marinate
Ooh
Let it marinate
Since my n***a died, I ain't been well
I'll shoot a n***a in the ass like he Denzel
I like playing GTA, but I can't go to the strip clubs
'Cause the way the b*t*hes move make my d**k swell
(Let it mari—) b*t*h, I want it in the worst way
I used to take dollar bills out the church plate
Now, I'm gettin' figures that is difficult to calculate
Still acting broke, making b*t*hes pay for half the date
Don't let me near your cookout, I'm a lie and say
"I'm somebody uncle-brother-cousin—let me get a plate"
Run up in your house like I'm gettin' into real estate
Shoot a n***a in the d**k and make his kids evaporate
Let it marinate
Let it marinate, ooh
Yeah, yeah, let it marinate
Let it marinate
Let it marinate, ooh
Yeah, yeah, let it marinate
Oh, whoa
Oh, oh, whoa, oh
Let it marinate
Ooh, ooh
Goddamn (Yeah, yeah)
Oh, my God (Let it marinate, ooh)
Ugh-ugh, ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy
Hol' on baby, I know you, I know you wanna twerk but um (Let it marinate, ooh)
Yeah, I got a gun in my shorts and um (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, it could be— It could get dangerous (Let it marinate, ooh)
(Blaccmass)
(BNYX)
Hol' on baby, yeah, I know you tryna twerk somethin'
But I got the .40 in my shorts, you might hurt somethin'
I'ma bust a move just as soon as the work come
Had three b*t*hes on my roster, I burnt one
All my n***as ugly, yeah, we all need some work done
f**king up, hell nah, we ain't learn none
Got a lil' money, still the same f**king person
Rob a b*t*h and use thе same money that I stole to gеt her hair done
We be in the cut like a tampon
Back in high school, I rolled blunts on the Scantron
Fresh inside, fresh paintjob
Slap a n***a teeth out his mouth like some AirPods
Quit talking to me
I don't use sidewalks, b*t*h, I walk in the streets
I like nasty hoes trapping all they farts in the sheets
Her coochie hairy; I be getting hella knots in my teeth
(Yeah) This a f**k-n***a anthem
I was on the playground tryna smoke a Camel
You was on the playground snitching—you a Randal
We gon' stomp you out like Mufasa getting trampled
I done slept on every n***a couch in East Atlanta
Now, I could buy everybody house in East Atlanta
Your b*t*h illiterate—she say "Chanel" like "Channel"
She want a Birkin bag, I bought that b*t*h a Yankee Candle
Let it marinate
Let it marinate
Ooh
Let it marinate
Since my n***a died, I ain't been well
I'll shoot a n***a in the ass like he Denzel
I like playing GTA, but I can't go to the strip clubs
'Cause the way the b*t*hes move make my d**k swell
(Let it mari—) b*t*h, I want it in the worst way
I used to take dollar bills out the church plate
Now, I'm gettin' figures that is difficult to calculate
Still acting broke, making b*t*hes pay for half the date
Don't let me near your cookout, I'm a lie and say
"I'm somebody uncle-brother-cousin—let me get a plate"
Run up in your house like I'm gettin' into real estate
Shoot a n***a in the d**k and make his kids evaporate
Let it marinate
Let it marinate, ooh
Yeah, yeah, let it marinate
Let it marinate
Let it marinate, ooh
Yeah, yeah, let it marinate
Oh, whoa
Oh, oh, whoa, oh
Let it marinate
