Marinate - Zack Fox

Ooh, ooh

(Let it marinate, ooh)

Ooh, ooh

God damn (Yeah, yeah)

Oh my God

(Let it marinate, ooh)

Uh-uh, ayy-ayy-ayy

Hol' on baby, I know you, I know you wanna twerk but hmm (Let it marinate, ooh)

Yeah, I got a gun in shorts and hmm (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, it could be, it can 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 buss a move just as soon as the work come

Had three bitches on my roster, I burnt one

All my niggas ugly, yeah we all need some work done

Fuckin' up, hell nah, we ain’t learn nothin'

Got a lil' money, still the same fuckin' person

Rob a bitch and use the sam money that I stole to get hr hair done

We be in the cut like a tampon

Back in high school I rolled blunts on the tron

Fresh inside, fresh paint job

Slap a nigga teeth out his mouth like some AirPods

Quit talkin' to me

I don’t use sidewalks, bitch, I walk in the streets

I like nasty hoes, trappin' all they farts in the sheets

Her coochie area be gettin' hella on my teeth

(Yeah)

This a fuck nigga anthem

I was on the playground tryna smoke a camel

You was on the playground snitchin', you a random

We gon' slump you out like Mufasa, gettin' trampled

I done slept on every nigga couch in East Atlanta

Now I could buy everybody house on East Atlanta

Your bitch illiterate she say «Chanel» like «Channel»

She want a Birkin, I bought that bitch a Yankee candle

Let it marinate (Let it marinate, ooh)

(Let it marinate)

Since my nigga died, I ain’t been well

I’ll shoot a nigga in the ass like he Denzel

I like playin' GTA but I can’t go to the strip clubs

'Cause the way the bitches move make my dick swell (Let it mari)

Bitch 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 actin' broke, makin' bitch pay for half the date

Don’t let man in your cookout, I’m a lion

Said I’m somebody uncle, brother, cousin, let me get plate

Run up in your house like I’m gettin' in the real estate

Shoot a nigga in the dick and make his kizzy 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 woah, oh, oh woah, oh)

(Let it marinate)