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d.i.f.f.r.e.n.t.l.o.t Video (MV)




Performed By: Woah Marco
Language: English
Length: 2:09
Written by: Marquel Harris
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Woah Marco - d.i.f.f.r.e.n.t.l.o.t Lyrics




Ayy, ayy
Motherf*cker
I need a different lot
I got bands in my pocket that shit look like knots

I heard y'all niggas that tough so I brought my Glock
Y'all bum ass niggas at bottom while I be at the top
I won a thousand berettas, I had to up my guap
I'm good at making yo man jelly so why would I stop

She was bustin' some ass, I had her make her pop
You was thinkin' you at game but your album flop
I whip this Carlo fast, I need a different lot
Get that lil' nigga, drill that lil' nigga

Better not stop shootin' till that bullet's in his liver
Play that bitch stupid, I'ma go and f*ck her sister
Make her fall in love, I'ma have her call me mister
Slidin' through your block and I bet we leave a blister

Got two hoes a day, ain't no way that I'm gon' miss her
Cubans on my neck and wrist, shinin' like some glitter
And I got her feelin' sorry, that bitch bitter
Make you run in circles like you at a f*ckin' track

Bitch said she hungry so she eat me like a snack
Never talk to bro but I heard he got that strap
Why the f*ck you lying I ain't tryna hear that cap
Bitch I'm out in the Dale, that's where I be at
Talk about big dawg status and you ain't got that

I got this badass bitch and that ass fat
We was f*ckin' up your turf, we let that shit flat
I was talkin' to hoe I think her name kat
She made that dick disappear, like how she do that

I don't like it no more, i need a new scat
This bitch sassy as hell, she like my lil' brat
I can't be no bum ass nigga, I put that on my mama
And we say how we did bro we left yo' ass in trauma

I gotta go and get the bag, I gotta run these cameras
Bitch you see how that we coming, you don't want no problems
I got bands in my pocket, that shit look like knots
I heard y'all niggas that tough so I brought my Glock

Yo' bum ass niggas that bottom while I be at the top
I want a thousand berettas, I had to up my guap
I'm good at making young man jelly so why would I stop
She was bussin some ass, I had to make her pop

You was thinkin' you got game but your album flop
I whip this carlo too fast, I need a different lot
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English

Ayy, ayy
Motherf*cker
I need a different lot
I got bands in my pocket that shit look like knots

I heard y'all niggas that tough so I brought my Glock
Y'all bum ass niggas at bottom while I be at the top
I won a thousand berettas, I had to up my guap
I'm good at making yo man jelly so why would I stop

She was bustin' some ass, I had her make her pop
You was thinkin' you at game but your album flop
I whip this Carlo fast, I need a different lot
Get that lil' nigga, drill that lil' nigga

Better not stop shootin' till that bullet's in his liver
Play that bitch stupid, I'ma go and f*ck her sister
Make her fall in love, I'ma have her call me mister
Slidin' through your block and I bet we leave a blister

Got two hoes a day, ain't no way that I'm gon' miss her
Cubans on my neck and wrist, shinin' like some glitter
And I got her feelin' sorry, that bitch bitter
Make you run in circles like you at a f*ckin' track

Bitch said she hungry so she eat me like a snack
Never talk to bro but I heard he got that strap
Why the f*ck you lying I ain't tryna hear that cap
Bitch I'm out in the Dale, that's where I be at
Talk about big dawg status and you ain't got that

I got this badass bitch and that ass fat
We was f*ckin' up your turf, we let that shit flat
I was talkin' to hoe I think her name kat
She made that dick disappear, like how she do that

I don't like it no more, i need a new scat
This bitch sassy as hell, she like my lil' brat
I can't be no bum ass nigga, I put that on my mama
And we say how we did bro we left yo' ass in trauma

I gotta go and get the bag, I gotta run these cameras
Bitch you see how that we coming, you don't want no problems
I got bands in my pocket, that shit look like knots
I heard y'all niggas that tough so I brought my Glock

Yo' bum ass niggas that bottom while I be at the top
I want a thousand berettas, I had to up my guap
I'm good at making young man jelly so why would I stop
She was bussin some ass, I had to make her pop

You was thinkin' you got game but your album flop
I whip this carlo too fast, I need a different lot
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Writer: Marquel Harris
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