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M A R A T H O N Video (MV)




Performed By: AntDaDon
Language: English
Length: 2:10
Written by: Anthony Maxwell




AntDaDon - M A R A T H O N Lyrics
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I came up straight from the bottom chopsticks they bang, I'mma shotta
I get any bitch I want You know if I spot her, you know that I got her
Please do not play games with me, boy, you
Know I'm not a regular rapper
My jersey in the sky, hang in the rafters
I was here before , and I'm still gon' be after
F*ck nigga talkin', I ain't with the chatter
I f*cked on that bitch and he mad, do it matter?
I ran it up quick, now I'm top of the ladder
I'm swingin', these hits out the park like a batter
I just took his hoe and ian even have to grab her
I roll all my opps in a leaf smokin' Grabba
King of the hut and I ain't talkin' Jabba
I don't want her pussy, I want her saliva
I keep it on me, I keep it on me
They stealin' my style, they just wanna clone me
I came up from nothin', ate bread and bologna
The game can get cold and she can get lonely
I put some ice on my watch and I came out the jeweler
You know that I make this shit snowy
My bitch, she all about her money
She been swipin' cards, I might just call that bitch Stoney
I got a white ho that's up in Montana She cook up the bricks, she callin' me Tony
I told her bring me a extra from across the border
She did it, I gave her a bonus
My niggas trapped, yeah, we trapped out the yard
These hoes, they wanna eat me, that's on God
Everything that I drop is gon' be hard
I can never leave without a rod
I shoot my shot like it's Curry, my jersey
Ran up these racks yea, we did it in that hurry
This gas in my blunt, yeah, it got my eyes blurry
This Ice on my chain got me cold like McFlurry
I'm not Arabian might wear a turban
We whippin' up back to back, big black suburban
That bitch tinted out, so you don't know who swerving
These hoes on my line, now I know constantly curvin
I'm just gettin' started, I'm constantly learnin
And look at this money that I'm out here earnin
We keep us on fire, you gon' leave outta here burnin
They readin' your eulogy, all at the sermon
I don't f*ck with rats, I'll kill a vermin
Racks on my neck, the tables are turnin
You dead if you lack, so keep a burner
Life is a marathon, this shit a journey
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English

I came up straight from the bottom chopsticks they bang, I'mma shotta
I get any bitch I want You know if I spot her, you know that I got her
Please do not play games with me, boy, you
Know I'm not a regular rapper
My jersey in the sky, hang in the rafters
I was here before , and I'm still gon' be after
F*ck nigga talkin', I ain't with the chatter
I f*cked on that bitch and he mad, do it matter?
I ran it up quick, now I'm top of the ladder
I'm swingin', these hits out the park like a batter
I just took his hoe and ian even have to grab her
I roll all my opps in a leaf smokin' Grabba
King of the hut and I ain't talkin' Jabba
I don't want her pussy, I want her saliva
I keep it on me, I keep it on me
They stealin' my style, they just wanna clone me
I came up from nothin', ate bread and bologna
The game can get cold and she can get lonely
I put some ice on my watch and I came out the jeweler
You know that I make this shit snowy
My bitch, she all about her money
She been swipin' cards, I might just call that bitch Stoney
I got a white ho that's up in Montana She cook up the bricks, she callin' me Tony
I told her bring me a extra from across the border
She did it, I gave her a bonus
My niggas trapped, yeah, we trapped out the yard
These hoes, they wanna eat me, that's on God
Everything that I drop is gon' be hard
I can never leave without a rod
I shoot my shot like it's Curry, my jersey
Ran up these racks yea, we did it in that hurry
This gas in my blunt, yeah, it got my eyes blurry
This Ice on my chain got me cold like McFlurry
I'm not Arabian might wear a turban
We whippin' up back to back, big black suburban
That bitch tinted out, so you don't know who swerving
These hoes on my line, now I know constantly curvin
I'm just gettin' started, I'm constantly learnin
And look at this money that I'm out here earnin
We keep us on fire, you gon' leave outta here burnin
They readin' your eulogy, all at the sermon
I don't f*ck with rats, I'll kill a vermin
Racks on my neck, the tables are turnin
You dead if you lack, so keep a burner
Life is a marathon, this shit a journey
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Writer: Anthony Maxwell
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