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Mistah F.A.B. - Marathon Lyrics (Feat. Clyde Carson)


Mistah F.A.B. – Marathon Lyrics (Feat. Clyde Carson & E-40)

I’ve be running like that, how say?
Hit the pussy like that
All balls deep like a hook game, stop stopping that pussy like a ‘
Dick so dope like a ‘
Pussy so good but I like here, my uncle Jonson relate
She keep my arm strong with a Dj.
Fuck me in the boot little Dj.
Make us sell that pussy, I don’t eat that
She thinks my dick wont roads’
’cause she ain’t never get fuck like American
Got a… with petrol and I pay on that
As soon as I ‘to carry on
She love try to make the mad nigga
And if the mad fall out they try to ‘nigga
You’re men ain’t hit that ground, ain’t hitting that ground (hitting that ground)
You’re men ain’t hit that ground,
If you give me that pussy I will eat it all night
I run America with that bag
I run America with that bag
I run America with that bag
I run America with that bag
She said I’m good to that game, this it’s where you’ve been
Where you live, me and Marcus bitch where you’
‘.hold what you win’
Hear me come at the block in my truck, my Benz
I turn up ’cause when we come ‘.
I burn up ’cause this sweet it’s ‘.but then
I say supersonic ‘ I won’t make cookies must be ‘call that’
I got my eyes on my arm she is ‘
Disrespect for life, got her in my life, you can take that bitch home
’cause we got her for tonight
Mine it’s get lost when he got her for tonight ‘.
You’re men ain’t hit that ground, ain’t hitting that ground (hitting that ground)
You’re men ain’t hit that ground
If you give me that pussy I will eat it all night
I run America with that bag
I run America with that bag
I run America with that bag
I run America with that bag
Well your acts it’s compare with how I act?
And think at the truck ‘push back
‘.
Lay a bitch, nigga down like a paper ‘
You found me and I’ll stay ’til three in the morning
‘buy a box of condoms for some chicks
Where you wanna stay? The ‘.from LA

She was ‘she knew I was all set, after a couple of, she started to ‘
She said: ‘My men ain’t never hear me, he don’t take me nowhere’
And guess what I win I’m the men
Hold that thought, book mark that
Say no mark, bitch let’s catch
You’re men ain’t hit that ground, ain’t hitting that ground (hitting that ground)
You’re men ain’t hit that ground, ain’t
If you give me that pussy I will eat it all night
I run America with that bag
I run America with that bag
I run America with that bag
I run America with that bag

[Lyrics to Marathon by Mistah F.A.B. (Feat. Clyde Carson & E-40)]

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