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Marjorie -W.C. Sinclair - Import / Export Lyrics



Marjorie -W.C. Sinclair - Import / Export Lyrics
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A romeo pimp cu turn guerilla in a heartbeat
Look up at the sky I could show you what the stars see
400 grams for a band? on my momma
Finna ship that shit from Europe to the Bay and get it off
This Uzi came from Oakland
SK from Warszawa
Hit Wrocław with the whole load and get it gone
Two phones dual sim cards and each one got options
Import / Export K trade got them talkin
Cold showers in the morning tryna wake up
Line of kater to my nasal numb my pain cousin
I feel cold cz I'm blessed and I hated struggle
But if we aint been thru that shit together
I can't say I love you
Bro said he broke
I said dont stress lets up that play and run it
Oh she a hoe girl lets go I have my baby cuff her
Curtians closed we cant show them what it made of us
And up that 44 right to dey nose if they try take it from us
Ocean floors turn to beaches from the beaming sunset
Comatosed off this lean cup I need another
No Coke wheres the M-Cat I need an upper
I lost my love ion need that thou I need some substance
You got a key? what it cost, cz I could cut ur prices
Cause my plug out the country with a private island
You need an 8-ball have my driver pull up on a bike
You need some weight
Ill ship it to you postage paid for overnight
A romeo pimp cu turn guerilla in a heartbeat
Look up at the sky I could show you what the stars see
400 grams for a band? on my momma
Finna ship that shit from Europe to the Bay and get it off
This Uzi came from Oakland
SK from Warszawa
Hit Wrocław with the whole load and get it gone
Two phones dual sim cards and each one got options
Import / Export K trade got them talkin
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A romeo pimp cu turn guerilla in a heartbeat
Look up at the sky I could show you what the stars see
400 grams for a band? on my momma
Finna ship that shit from Europe to the Bay and get it off
This Uzi came from Oakland
SK from Warszawa
Hit Wrocław with the whole load and get it gone
Two phones dual sim cards and each one got options
Import / Export K trade got them talkin
Cold showers in the morning tryna wake up
Line of kater to my nasal numb my pain cousin
I feel cold cz I'm blessed and I hated struggle
But if we aint been thru that shit together
I can't say I love you
Bro said he broke
I said dont stress lets up that play and run it
Oh she a hoe girl lets go I have my baby cuff her
Curtians closed we cant show them what it made of us
And up that 44 right to dey nose if they try take it from us
Ocean floors turn to beaches from the beaming sunset
Comatosed off this lean cup I need another
No Coke wheres the M-Cat I need an upper
I lost my love ion need that thou I need some substance
You got a key? what it cost, cz I could cut ur prices
Cause my plug out the country with a private island
You need an 8-ball have my driver pull up on a bike
You need some weight
Ill ship it to you postage paid for overnight
A romeo pimp cu turn guerilla in a heartbeat
Look up at the sky I could show you what the stars see
400 grams for a band? on my momma
Finna ship that shit from Europe to the Bay and get it off
This Uzi came from Oakland
SK from Warszawa
Hit Wrocław with the whole load and get it gone
Two phones dual sim cards and each one got options
Import / Export K trade got them talkin
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Writer: Marjorie Sinclair
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Performed By: Marjorie -W.C. Sinclair
Language: English
Length: 1:45
Written by: Marjorie Sinclair

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