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letra de tell them mf's we made it - crooked i

[verse 1]
now what the h-ll should i care about, nothing
i’m paramount, f-ck it bring the maclaren out
she gets sky miles the way i air ’em out
french connection, i paris my whereabouts
you still in your parents’ house
i’m with a vixen hard nipples and the cherry blouse
no pants derriere is out
i call it honeymoon without the marriage vows
i f-ck with some street killers and d dealers
we out to market everything, even 3 wheelers
i f-ck with some blunt smokers and e-pillers
you don’t like us, so what, the freaks feel us
onion booty and some yoga pants
she got that ‘won’t you come bend me over stance
i got paper and she over stamps
i got a message for the haters man

[hook]
tell them muhf-ckas we made it
[x4]
live good, still hood
grind hard like a real n-gg- should
1hunnid, stay true
let ’em know, tell them muhf-ckas we made it

[verse 2]
yeah, tell them muhf-ckas we made it
johnny blue, tell them muhf-ckas we faded
middle finger you and them mothaf-ckas who hate it
still sleeping on us, leave them suckas sedated
by the time they wake up, probably flying to jamaica
on my birthday gettin’ my cake up
you dudes hollywood, say what?
i call you virtual s-x, you fake f-cks
i don’t think you want a problem
i’m andy warhol and [?] on boardwalk
i’m awesome when i draw guns
be somewhere in boston when the law come
with a bad b-tch and she know it’s pimpin’
her accent is like lois griffin
the lord’s prayer over roasted chicken
some red wine, let’s toast to livin’

[hook]

[verse 3]
breaking news, we making moves
you new n-gg-s listen, pay your dues
don’t be a dive artist, or you play to lose
kick you while you down, in my favorite shoes
box me, you need a drug test
box full of sh-lls, let’s have a slug fest
then i tell your ho put on her f-ck dress
give me brains for fame, that’s success
the best revenge and this is murder now
you talk behind my back and i ain’t even turn around
ants to a giant, i ain’t even heard a sound
att-tude up, i ain’t finna turn it down
vh1 b-tch in a black carerra
gettin’ viacom p-ssy in this ratchet era
f-ck her weave up and her black mascara
then p-ss by my haters blowin’ jack herera

[hook]

- crooked i

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