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letra de make it out - bfg straap

[intro]
(imixnation for real)
(f-ck ’em up, sizzle)

[verse 1]
uh, they know not to play with me
get n-ggas knocked off from a to z
uh, i don’t write sh-t, just play the beat
uh, sports mode in that amg
got shooters with me like cp3
uh, keep sh-t g like est
had to switch the spots, feds did a sweep
uh, i shop at high fashion stores
‘member i had ashy clothes
now i f-ck the baddest hoes
uh, geeked up, i keep poppin’ drugs
uh, i can’t do no cappin’, i’m top ten far as this rappin’ go
uh, flew a couple units ‘cross the us, that’s my trappin’ goals
[chorus]
fin out, pack a punch like pacquiao, this sh-t’ll take you out
i get paid just to rap on stage, ain’t get my cap and gown
boy, you better not get caught by the gang, know they gon’ shake ’em down
uh, ar, that b-tch shoot from long range, call it jaylеn brown
rest in peace sweenеy, ben, and jay, i know i make ’em proud
swear my city done turned to a zoo, pray i make it out

[verse 2]
uh, you don’t wanna get sh-t started
these n-ggas know i’m the hardest
paint a n-gga sh-t like artist
no, we ain’t doin’ no arguin’
better be smart like marcus
uh, i don’t show love, i’m heartless
got a b-tch like gina on martin, uh
and that b-tch look like a barbie
uh, own lane, i bought my own chain, i do my own thing
uh, got road rage, just made an oil stain, smoke gas like propane
uh, got more pain on top of more pain, give a f-ck ’bout no fame
uh, i blow money, grow it back like rogaine, sh-t like the dope game
uh, knock him off with that stick, we lined him up like soul train
uh, put the studio up in the spot while they sell cocaine
ridin’ through the south, me and my b-tch, she want some elaines
hittin’ l!cks, i’m tryna get rich, i feel like d strange
uh, double cup, i’m sippin’ quagen, president like ronald reagan
uh, i was broke, had to make arrangements
switch the bag, b-tch, we black agents
uh, once them n-ggas catch you in that water, can’t n0body save you
uh, took ’em down in cali, then we f-ck around and went to vegas
[chorus]
fin out, pack a punch like pacquiao, this sh-t’ll take you out
i get paid just to rap on stage, ain’t get my cap and gown
boy, you better not get caught by the gang, know they gon’ shake ’em down
uh, ar, that b-tch shoot from long range, call it jaylen brown
rest in peace sweeney, ben, and jay, i know i make ’em proud
swear my city done turned to a zoo, pray i make it out

- bfg straap

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