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75 Shit Video (MV)




Performed By: Mark DA Don
Language: English
Length: 2:35
Written by: Marcus Edwards




Mark DA Don - 75 Shit Lyrics




75 That be the gang
Got that shit tatted in ink
Please do not pass me no drank, if that shit ain't muddy or pink
75 That be the gang
Got that shit tatted in ink
Please do not pass me no drank, if that shit ain't muddy or pink

Im from neyork so my niggas smoke sour
No we don't really smoke kush no
If he don't pay me that bread that he owe in a hour
We gone end up in his bush
This bitch ask me what we gone eat
I told her my dick then get yo ass up and cook
I remember them days i was broke and i ain't have shit
And ya bitches ain't give me a look

Now i just walk up in stores i'm copping designer
No i don't care how it look
But please don't give me wrong i'm still from the bronx
So my niggas stay drippy as f*ck yuhh
Pull up on em in the dark yuhh
I'm a f*cking let it spark yuhh
Dreads swinging in the dark all he seen was seen was sparks
Call that static shock yuh
2019 That year i was just down bad used to trap in the park yea
But now im moving different
I wake up and i get it no time for no f*cking bitches
If you want me just come and get me
Yeah this glock gotta 30 my brother he tote the 50
Yeah we slide in black cars i don't care, i tax ya'll
Ion care i tax ya'll
Ion care i tax ya'll
He asking whats the price I don't care i tax ya'll
I don't care i tax ya'll
I don't care i tax ya'll
Yo bitch texting my phone like where you at i'm at mars aye

Shit f*cked up momma said you 18 now so you better get ya bucks up
Yeah your funds up yeah the fun's up
If you riding w me keep your gun tuck
All these fiens on my line nigga, was-sup
Remember days down bad trying reminisce
How the f*ck i'ma take back just what i did
How the f*ck i'm a get me a bigger crib
Put some diamonds my ear my neck and wrist
I know he mad cuss he pillow talk with a bitch
And real niggas don't get into none of that
I just bought a chop it came with a mac
This for all of the talk and the chit-ta'chat
Took that chain off his neck he ain't get it back
Just trying see if he living just what he rap

I was just down bad
I was just down bad
I was just down bad my nigga
I was just down bad
I was just down bad
I was just down bad my nigga
I was just down bad
I was just down bad
I was just down bad my nigga
I was just down bad
I was just down bad
I was just down bad my nigga
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75 That be the gang
Got that shit tatted in ink
Please do not pass me no drank, if that shit ain't muddy or pink
75 That be the gang
Got that shit tatted in ink
Please do not pass me no drank, if that shit ain't muddy or pink

Im from neyork so my niggas smoke sour
No we don't really smoke kush no
If he don't pay me that bread that he owe in a hour
We gone end up in his bush
This bitch ask me what we gone eat
I told her my dick then get yo ass up and cook
I remember them days i was broke and i ain't have shit
And ya bitches ain't give me a look

Now i just walk up in stores i'm copping designer
No i don't care how it look
But please don't give me wrong i'm still from the bronx
So my niggas stay drippy as f*ck yuhh
Pull up on em in the dark yuhh
I'm a f*cking let it spark yuhh
Dreads swinging in the dark all he seen was seen was sparks
Call that static shock yuh
2019 That year i was just down bad used to trap in the park yea
But now im moving different
I wake up and i get it no time for no f*cking bitches
If you want me just come and get me
Yeah this glock gotta 30 my brother he tote the 50
Yeah we slide in black cars i don't care, i tax ya'll
Ion care i tax ya'll
Ion care i tax ya'll
He asking whats the price I don't care i tax ya'll
I don't care i tax ya'll
I don't care i tax ya'll
Yo bitch texting my phone like where you at i'm at mars aye

Shit f*cked up momma said you 18 now so you better get ya bucks up
Yeah your funds up yeah the fun's up
If you riding w me keep your gun tuck
All these fiens on my line nigga, was-sup
Remember days down bad trying reminisce
How the f*ck i'ma take back just what i did
How the f*ck i'm a get me a bigger crib
Put some diamonds my ear my neck and wrist
I know he mad cuss he pillow talk with a bitch
And real niggas don't get into none of that
I just bought a chop it came with a mac
This for all of the talk and the chit-ta'chat
Took that chain off his neck he ain't get it back
Just trying see if he living just what he rap

I was just down bad
I was just down bad
I was just down bad my nigga
I was just down bad
I was just down bad
I was just down bad my nigga
I was just down bad
I was just down bad
I was just down bad my nigga
I was just down bad
I was just down bad
I was just down bad my nigga
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Writer: Marcus Edwards
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