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letra de make nice // covnt dracvla - black birdie

[part i: make nice]

[intro]
we just wanna shine today
a young boy on the grind today
we just wanna shine today
a young boy–

[verse 1]
(uh-oh) birdie getting p-ssed off
(uh-oh) birdie gotta pill pop
(uh-oh) birdie on a quest for blood, they really pressed, the f-ck?
but who up next to get their head chopped?
(who?) the n-gga getting freaky on the dl?
(who?) his bm in my dms with the weed smell?
(n-gga, who?) ’cause birdie gotta get their l!ck back, ho you real whack
i never shy from a good head bop

[verse 2]
i’mma get violent, trifflin’ ass n-ggas, bad timin’
stupid lil’ b-tch, choke you out, no heimlich (no heimlich)
goofy ass friends and their goofy ass mouth
go hardеr if you wanna hurt a n-gga from the south
frat n-gga double-tappin’ on my pictures (doublе tap, tap, tap)
rap n-gga think i want him, i don’t even miss him
only regrets i got is lettin’ dummy d-ck hit
my give-a-d-mns as big as my tits, no sh-t
keep it classy, cordial, f-ck it, i’m formal
brody, you is weird, you is f-cking abnormal
i’m not tryna make friends, i’m just tryna make nice
i could f-ck you up like anytime i wanna outta spite
f-ck yo’ life, f-ck yo’ life
no chains but i’m colder than ice (brr, brr)
hit ’em with the one-two, deja vu-no-jutsu
silent and deadly; how i make my moves, ooh
’cause y’all know that i ain’t in it for the entertainment
i’m really working on become something innovative
’cause it ain’t about the streams and it ain’t about the net
it’s all about the talent, that’s why i’m a triple threat (aye)
and they all went sleep
so, i gotta wake ’em up with some brand new feats
this the main course, no study sheets
that was just an appetizer ’cause you know i eat (huh)
[interlude]
i just wanna take this moment
to address a lil’ somethin’
to all the n-ggas in the room
f-ck you
disrespectfully
and i don’t wanna hear no rah-rah sh-t
’cause i’mma double down with the nah-nah b-tch
get the f-ck outta here

[verse 3]
no smoke, mary jane, i ain’t playin’ no games
but like mario kart, i’mma stay in my lane
i ain’t takin’ no l’s, don’t be callin’ me a lame
i’m the realest n-gga out here, you just fake it for the fame
suck it up (l!ck, l!ck), suck it up (l!ck, l!ck)
suck it up (l!ck, l!ck), suck it up (l!ck, l!ck)
suck it up (l!ck, l!ck), suck it up (l!ck, l!ck)
say you a real man, you needa toughen up (dumb b-tch)

[part ii: covnt dracvla]

[interlude]
wait, you thought i was done? (thought i was done?)
i was just havin’ fun (i was just havin’ fun)
i ain’t even begun (i ain’t even begun, i ain’t even begun, i ain’t even begun)
wait, okay (look, look, look)
[verse]
you’ve just awoken the bane (bane)
i’m evil, i’mma cause you pain (mmm, d-mn)
d-mn, you look like a dog in the face
you are not giving what it’s supposed to have gave
nah, f-ck all that being a diplomat
i’m finna let out the beast, can you handle that?
i’m finna show off my t–th, i’mma let ’em all sink
b-tch i’m t’d up, i might have to go off the brink, like
goin’ manic, who wan’ try me next?
egotistic b-tch blowin’ up my text
gave you so many chances to put it to bed
you talk way too much but leave much more unsaid (i’m gon’ keep it hush)
you think you can handle it? try me (hmm)
i’m a chef but go ahead, bite me
this a cute lil’ crashout type beat
i’m way too grown to let a grown b-tch fight me
like, ho, you a nuisance, a cancer, a tumor
you know that a virgo got no time for rumors
like, you ain’t tay swizzle, you not even aesop
go tell all them tales to your folks, i’mma keep watch (ho)
you act like we all in a show (hmm)
guess i’m gonna have to play villain
yet, you couldn’t be further from being the hero
it’s all what you find more appealin’
pitter, patter, rain down on you hoes without a forecast
hatter came to work today, you know they had to clock that
i’m just mindin’ my own business, dummy, go get a job
say what you want about my vocals but my pen cannot be stopped (ah)
bl–dy hands, still you cryin’ like you big dumb
hurt a b-tch, then walk around like you a cripple
eyes blurry, seeing red like a motherf-cker
you a leech, you no better than a blood sucker
these n-ggas is b-tches so lemme be clear
if a b-tch talkin’ sh-t, then i better not hear
if a b-tch comin’ at me, that b-tch better last in a fight
’cause i’ll f-ck you up all day and night, like
suck it up, n-gga
l!ck, l!ck
f-ck it up (hmm)
i’m about to have a b-tch fit
i ain’t giving you no time of day
you will never make me lose restraint
put me through h-ll and back and i’m thankful i let it
’cause i did the work so you don’t get the credit, lil’ b-tch (rrr)
[outro]
no credit, no credit (c’mon b-tch, c’mon b-tch)
no credit, b-tch (c’mon b-tch; rrr)
no credit, no credit (c’mon b-tch, c’mon b-tch)
no credit, b-tch (c’mon b-tch)
no credit, no debit (c’mon b-tch, c’mon b-tch)
no flexin’ (c’mon b-tch, huh)

- black birdie

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