Yung Sherman - Marble Phone lyrics

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Yung Sherman - Marble Phone lyrics

[Verse 1: Yung Lean] Flexing, flexing, Lean, flexing like a rubber band I be ballin', I be ballin', all this money in my hand Alcohol in everything, Sad Boys, that's the dark man G-T-B-S-B, Sad Boys leave your body with the others man Leave 'em in another land See me, see me in that Rolls Royce I've been counting all this money with my team, Sad Boys Worldwide Entertainment Lean go harder, name any lame rapper, Lean much smarter See me flying at you, living large, I'm living larger I love this life, this ain't no departure Swedish hard, but I'm harder I've been out there working, Imma, Imma work harder North Face bucket hat, hunna, hunna's in my armor So many plants, Lean could be a gardener They step up to me and my partners I've been out there, I've been working, Imma work harder Rose on plants make me train sharper 17 years old, I'm going farther Getting farther because it's me and Kreayshawn Yung Lean b**h it's me I run the game Tell your weapon let the rest run through your brain [Verse 2: Kreayshawn] Kreayshawn, Kreayshawn When you coming back man you must be off I was never on Tell my friends who think I'm famous, no they're wrong I'm feeling sad, the label left me cause I'm a mom Now I've got a future but I'm still looking for where I belong I cry my a** off every night but it's all inside I hold my fist up and I shake it to them cloudy skies Why me?, why me?, why am I so fly? All this pressure to be cool makes me a sad guy [Verse 3: Yung Lean] Riding, smoking dart packs in the streets Wanna get rid of me, I've been popping literally See me up on everything Sad boys style, good as f** I don't need no education, just a basement and some thugs Louis duffle bags, duffle bags in my trunk See me in the f**ing club, at the back, blowing doves Sad Boys is my team, no you cannot join Flipping my change, I'm so fly for definite, flipping my coin, ripping your groin Keeping these songs, emotional boys for life Don't be so cold, sus the phones, telephone, gave right this earth phone Demons inside me, that is so wrong Hoes on my lap, wish I could take the time back Wake up and she's gone Stupid chains, ice in my veins I'm Misaki when it rains, woke up and felt no pain I'm happy with my friends, just want to remain the same Catch me sipping champagne Too futuristic for all you lames Inhumane, think I give a f** what other people say? Got my team with me, you should turn the other way Don't talk to me cause you know I don't talk much Rolling up the Dutch, I pull up don't touch When the room shines, I don't close my eyes

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