Happy Hour - Marder

(Yea)
I'm keeping my five fingers up upon my mano
Rambo I'm back with guns like the whites from el dorado
Follow the leader
Cuz if you don't you might not know where to lead yah
SELF WORTH

Ay girl
I know you feel it baby
I see all
Although feelings tendah
Lock on
Aim on, my missles ready
Arm yourself, get ready for armageddon

Ay girl
I know you feel it baby
I see all
Although feelings tendah
Lock on
Aim on, my missles ready
Arm yourself, get ready for armageddon

Only fucking with you cuz you fucking with my steeze
Cutting all my ties like I only rock the T's
Fresh outfit you can call Mr. clean
Massaging this dick like I'm fucking up a she
Its a bar
So you can understand
We dah double H bois
But we still the man
Other rappers Dyson
They can be our fans
We are all rising suns
Call us japan

(Yuh) (Yuh) (Okay)
I'm the second coming
Niggas ain't talkin' Jesus
Just to clarify, we ain't throwin' shade for believers
Next wave, real nigga versus facetious
Fraudulent niggas often perceive us
As the only niggas with the bars and the groove that drives them beneath us
Killin' all these rappers, got em yellin' out free us
Armageddon's coming, my nigga we huntin', feed us
If everybody next, fuck it, my nigga TZT up

Ay girl
I know you feel it baby
I see all
Although feelings tendah
Lock on
Aim on, my missles ready
Arm yourself, get ready for armageddon

Ay girl
I know you feel it baby
I see all
Although feelings tendah
Lock on
Aim on, my missles ready
Arm yourself, get ready for armageddon

Ay girl
I know you feel it baby
I see all
Although feelings tendah
Lock on
Aim on, my missles ready
Arm yourself, get ready for armageddon

This shit aint a game it's war we goin win
We the goated kingpins
Charging up
I'm Rushing in
I'm with my kin
We got the Happy Hour revolution
Start the Execution
Shadow clone and substitution
Boutta bodies niggas up like Marada
All of ya jaw dropping
Big gulping ya bitches scared it's so obvious
Nah bitch
You wasn't ready for this like I'm bombing ya
K6 Be coming to eat shit like I'm starving ya

LETS GO
5 Fingaz up
Ten toes down
That's happy hour yea we coming for the crown
Break it down
Fuckin wit niggas you know we causin' Armageddon
I'm bussin' that shit cus ya boy is pressing issues
They want war it end in tissues a wrist full
You throw shots they tellin missed you, I hit you
Split yo dome it ends fistfuls of tears
But hey look at least you had no fear

Ay girl
I know you feel it baby
I see all
Although feelings tendah
Lock on
Aim on, my missles ready
Arm yourself, get ready for armageddon

Ay girl
I know you feel it baby
I see all
Although feelings tendah
Lock on
Aim on, my missles ready
Arm yourself, get ready for armageddon

Ay girl
I know you feel it baby
I see all
Although feelings tendah
Lock on
Aim on, my missles ready
Arm yourself, get ready for armageddon

Ay girl
I know you feel it baby
I see all
Although feelings tendah
Lock on
Aim on, my missles ready
Arm yourself, get ready for armageddon

Written by:
Angel Casillas, Donyea Jenkins, Issac Carri

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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