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March Into The Sun (Explicit) - $ir Abe
Lyrics by：Abe Elbalola
Yeah march into the uh uh
March into the sun
Drug addiction I pop 30's for my lunch
For my lunch for my lunch
Track star he know how to run
Bitch it's 94 degrees with my niggas we gon' march into the sun
Hey hey
Put the blunt to ya' mouth
Hands on the choppa bitch I'm marchin' with a gun
Haha
When I travel down south
Bitch I need some sweet tea just to mix it with the drugs
Uh huh
Yeah tell me what I like to know
Tell me how I'm super sexy blow me like confetti
Tell me that you tired of waiting tell me that you ready
Get spit on no respect for the United States
Brand new car and if you want to we can really race
Piss me off I promise if you want you'll get erased
Toughen up can't let them bring you down they tryna hate
Watch how I go up and get my momma straight
Listen listen listen
Uh-huh
You talk but I cannot hear you
New gun on my hip come near you
Fear no nigga I don't fear you
Synfyx finna fix up good shit
New whip in that bitch I push it
Can't fall for that shit I'm better
You fell for that shit you rookie
Ass fat baby can I bite it
She said come and get this cookie
Your friend can we please invite him
He's fine I'm a lil bit fruity
Fuck Trump I'ma get him smited
Fuck ICE I'ma start a riot
March to the sun that shit beamin'
Ice melt yeah I love
Yeah march into the uh uh
March into the sun
Drug addiction I pop 30's for my lunch
For my lunch for my lunch
Track star he know how to run
Bitch it's 94 degrees with my niggas we gon' march into the sun
We gon' march into the
We gon' march into the
We gon' march into the
We gon' march into the
We gon' march into the
We gon' march into the
We gon' march into the
We gon' march into the sun
