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letra de made it work - 7side

[intro]
ghosty

[hook: shakk]
you don’t wanna see my n-ggas slide
got my young boy tryna take lives
that shotgun might put five
same way in the bando tryna make five
tryna clear up by 6
in 7 you can hold this clip
got 8 in his guts, he’s p-ssed
and the corn from the 9 don’t jam don’t slip
like how you think i made it work?
sold buds so the gang could work
three phones, can’t talk ’bout work
and i’m in ot tryna make sh-t work
there’s bando’s baggin’ up weight
got a young boy tryna get paid
so i told him hold up, be safe
and i’ll be right back when you sell this yae

[verse 1: hunna]
money to chase, had enough of the talkin’
[?] runs in the morning
pull up on parties and makin’ it awkward
bro fell in love with the scorin’
vv’s they dance, they flawless
in a tour bus so you know we ain’t tourin’
monеy to make, you know that i’m all in
give her a tеxt, get my number and call it
like you know i’m stylin’
hop in the dingers, my n-ggas are wildin’
came off of trapping and stacking in fivers
bagging a brick now my runner excited
run up on houses and keeping it lit
i guess it’s the life that i live
hop in a foreign and drift
hunna your taking the p-ss
[verse 2: mitch’o]
swerving in this truck and now she wanna f-ck me in this bentayga
bad b-tch wanna give it up
i know she’s real as f-ck, i’ll see you later
start jugging with no handouts
see i took the harder way
i swear she turned into a fan now
she said ‘mitch i took the hard way’

[verse 3: big trace]
yo
tell them n-ggas there hold up
low on figures, tell ’em phone up
straight out the dirt how we rose up
bussdown vvs, all froze up
henny bottles back to back, it all blows up
says their man’s a rapper, he knows us
who’s dead b-tches that own up?
who’s dead b-tches that own up?
these f-ck boys, they got no bread
man buss corn, you can hold leg
say no more, ain’t no more said
they talk trap but only got a coke z
no course sign, come with your own bread
only one guy knows ’bout the progress
make that work stretch, no stress take
out 125 like a moped
[hook: shakk]
you don’t wanna see my n-ggas slide
got my young boy tryna take lives
that shotgun might put five
same way in the bando tryna make five
tryna clear up by 6
in 7 you can hold this clip
got 8 in his guts, he’s p-ssed
and the corn from the 9 don’t jam don’t slip
like how you think i made it work?
sold buds so the gang could work
three phones, can’t talk ’bout work
and i’m in ot tryna make sh-t work
there’s bando’s baggin’ up weight
got a young boy tryna get paid
so i told him hold up, be safe
and i’ll be right back when you sell this yae

- 7side

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