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letra de make ends meet (never stop) - berry bonkers

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[talking: berry bonkers]
never stop till i make ends meet (2x)
[free verse: berry bonkers]
okay i’m bout to k!ll the game, so i welcome you to my murder scene
always full speed, people callin me lightning mcqueen
boucing to the top & these beats be my tramplines
x marks the spot, i’m x-men wolverine
shining on you n-ggas, boy you should have brought your sunscreen
me & juvie run the game, call that junk split screen
k!llin beats a routine
i eat these rappers, sardines
nothing was put on my plate so i made a cuisine
i strip a beat down have it naked like 4 play
i’m the best since andre, thats so cliche
sarah ima miss you i’m sending you a bouquet
i’m movin on to better things but everything is okay
i’m shootin for they head, i ain’t talkin bout a toupee
i’m always on my grind so i’m ridin on my lupe
kick, push to the maximum, that song is on replay
i don’t want to be a star, i want to be the milky way
i want it more by everyday
they’ll never take my heart away
these n-ggas livin in my shadow, groundhog day
i’m tryna do better, i’m gettin close to judgement day
i’m ready for my rite of pasage or my right of way
i’m a monster where’s kanye
i’m hotter than a latte
this was just a appetizer, now here comes the entree
n-ggas think i’m garbage, boy stop, touche
i eat you & your favorite rapper’s rapper, buffet
berry bonkers get you higher than a sharpie
hip hop might be saved if they ever made a copy of me
but you can’t duplicate my flow, it ain’t no copyin me
i paste a n-gga to a wall if he copyin me
bound to do great things, simba
chop the beat up like a lumberjack, timber
bringin hip hop from the dead, grim reaper
i’m the man thats all about his bread, no ginger
sorry if i injure, all of you beginners
n-ggas say they good, i just say return to sender
k!ll any rapper, i don’t care about the gender (2x)
i’m a straight winner i accept every challenge
if a dude wanna battle me, he better have talent
cause every verse i spit, it’ll cause brain damage
i be covered up in diamonds like i’m in a snow avalanche
i move girls like cattle man
hit it from the back & i’mma make that snake rattle man
all love, no l-st
have s-x, i must
hip hop is my sl-t
i’m like peroxide, chillin in the cut gettin it poppin
v-neck, cargos, the game inside my pocket
she gave me her heart & engraved in the lockett
was don’t don’t stop it
never never stop it

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