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Mard Gear (Stormy) Video (MV)




Performed By: Mard Gear
Length: 2:40
Written by: Recardo Barker




Mard Gear - Mard Gear (Stormy) Lyrics




Oh excuse me, cuz nobody warned me
If i step out with my ice whole place stormy

All these haters they all tryna war me
Hunnting my tracks down till 5 in the morning
Put in that work up from 6 dust till the dawning
Bars they drop harder than 2 nine elevens
All of My bars they be like holy fire, burning my name to the hell and the heavens

Too much fumes, your boy outa gasses
I see the hate through these cardior glasses
I don't sit back and watch how time passes
I get to cooking and whipping crafting

On my pop up, but dont make me pop off
Only got 5 friends the rest they be knock offs
All our bonds they be chain cuban linked
Am taking off didnt have time to blink

On my way, been working all day, i flip and switch turn a 2 to a 8
I got kicked out of school took a late
Then i advanced cuz im mentally great

Only A's, had no time to waste
5 star hotel there i want my first date
Bitch woke me up, now she feeding me grapes
I bend it over pulled out the great ape

Pussy dripping, she soak water gun
Ice on my neck suck my dick like the one
All these haters they tryna get some
Niggas be talking don't f*ck with lium

Different time line so get the f*ck off
You cannot f*ck with my shit,my clip goff
Uzi rappid and never turns off
If i shoot one time chuck norris cant walk

Oh excuse me, cuz nobody warned me
If i step out with my ice whole place stormy

All these haters they all tryna war me
Hunnting my tracks down till 5 in the morning

Put in that work up from 6 dust till the dawning
Bars they drop harder than 2 nine elevens
All of My bars they be like holy fire, burning my name to the hell and the heavens

My drip sliding, i change up my flow

I get them bans and they come and they go
20 bitches hit it ina row
Nigga tripping stop being a a hoe

Got that glizzy no stick in my hand
I shot 3 shots and decrease your life span

Super hot so get me a fan
My Pointers on you, i hit you hit man

My account that be looking real nice
Flicking the wrist i aint rolling no dice

Sommer hot but my wrist still be ice
Nigga be scared because he telling my lies

Niggas feet in they hand... mice
I am not curry hit you with the spice

No more crack
No edelweiss
Green and black that be on my ice
Her ass fat that be on my mind
Walked past a gotta rewind
Slow down take little time
Then i
Cuff it gotta be mine
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Oh excuse me, cuz nobody warned me
If i step out with my ice whole place stormy

All these haters they all tryna war me
Hunnting my tracks down till 5 in the morning
Put in that work up from 6 dust till the dawning
Bars they drop harder than 2 nine elevens
All of My bars they be like holy fire, burning my name to the hell and the heavens

Too much fumes, your boy outa gasses
I see the hate through these cardior glasses
I don't sit back and watch how time passes
I get to cooking and whipping crafting

On my pop up, but dont make me pop off
Only got 5 friends the rest they be knock offs
All our bonds they be chain cuban linked
Am taking off didnt have time to blink

On my way, been working all day, i flip and switch turn a 2 to a 8
I got kicked out of school took a late
Then i advanced cuz im mentally great

Only A's, had no time to waste
5 star hotel there i want my first date
Bitch woke me up, now she feeding me grapes
I bend it over pulled out the great ape

Pussy dripping, she soak water gun
Ice on my neck suck my dick like the one
All these haters they tryna get some
Niggas be talking don't f*ck with lium

Different time line so get the f*ck off
You cannot f*ck with my shit,my clip goff
Uzi rappid and never turns off
If i shoot one time chuck norris cant walk

Oh excuse me, cuz nobody warned me
If i step out with my ice whole place stormy

All these haters they all tryna war me
Hunnting my tracks down till 5 in the morning

Put in that work up from 6 dust till the dawning
Bars they drop harder than 2 nine elevens
All of My bars they be like holy fire, burning my name to the hell and the heavens

My drip sliding, i change up my flow

I get them bans and they come and they go
20 bitches hit it ina row
Nigga tripping stop being a a hoe

Got that glizzy no stick in my hand
I shot 3 shots and decrease your life span

Super hot so get me a fan
My Pointers on you, i hit you hit man

My account that be looking real nice
Flicking the wrist i aint rolling no dice

Sommer hot but my wrist still be ice
Nigga be scared because he telling my lies

Niggas feet in they hand... mice
I am not curry hit you with the spice

No more crack
No edelweiss
Green and black that be on my ice
Her ass fat that be on my mind
Walked past a gotta rewind
Slow down take little time
Then i
Cuff it gotta be mine
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Writer: Recardo Barker
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