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letra de make em mad - dee watkins

[intro]
nile, i hear you

[chorus]
uh, ayy, i’m fly as h-ll, that sh-t don’t make no sense (it don’t make no sense)
ayy, i cut my old b-tch off, she made me sick, uh, uh (that b-tch made me sick)
ayy, i ran it up, put twenty on my wrist (twenty on my wrist)
i was broke as f-ck, i had to get it fixed (ayy, ayy)
ayy, every song i drop, it be a hit, uh (every song i drop)
ayy, i fell in love with blockin’ me a b-tch, uh, ayy
get that money, show yo’ ass, talk yo’ sh-t, uh, uh (talk yo’ sh-t)
get a bag, make ’em mad, make ’em p-ssed, ayy

[verse 1]
i like toxic b-tches, baby girl, you ain’t my type, uh
if i think you bad i might put you on a flight, uh
police pulled me over, he ain’t еxpect i knew my rights, uh
they say lifе’s a gamble, take a chance, roll the dice, uh (let’s go)
i just got that bag in, ballin’ just like madden
i be off them percocets, i feel like an addict
gucci, louis, fendi on my body, ain’t average
you won’t catch me trippin’ ’bout no b-tch if i’da had it
why this n-gga acting like a b-tch just like it’s mad men? (just like it’s mad men)
he got on the road and went out singing just like brandy (singing just like brandy)
she don’t wanna f-ck with me no more, said she can’t stand me (she can’t stand me)
tick tock, diamonds on my neck, look how they dancing (ayy, let’s go)
[chorus]
ayy, i’m fly as h-ll, that sh-t don’t make no sense (it don’t make no sense)
ayy, i cut my old b-tch off, she made me sick, uh, uh (made me sick)
ayy, i ran it up, put twenty on my wrist (my wrist)
i was broke as f-ck, i had to get it fixed, uh (had to get it fixed)
ayy, every song i drop, it be a hit, uh (every song i drop)
ayy, i fell in love with blockin’ me a b-tch, uh, ayy (block her)
get that money, show yo’ ass, talk yo’ sh-t, uh, uh (talk yo’ sh-t)
get a bag, make ’em mad, make ’em p-ssed, uh

[verse 2]
johnny dang diamonds on my neck, it’s a light show
she a bad b-tch in real life without no lipo
aw, i said, “i love you”, baby girl, that was a typo
every n-gga wit’ me ’bout to crash, call geico (let’s go)
i can get you stepped on, n-gga, it ain’t nothin’
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no dirt bike but i be clutchin’
better watch yo’ tone ’cause i’m not no one to be f-cked with
every n-gga wit’ me special ed, they on that dumb sh-t

[chorus]
ayy, i’m fly as h-ll, that sh-t don’t make no sense
ayy, i cut my old b-tch off, she made me sick, uh, uh
ayy, i ran it up, put twenty on my wrist, uh
i was broke as f-ck, i had to get it fixed, uh
ayy, every song i drop, it be a hit, uh
ayy, i fell in love with blockin’ me a b-tch, uh, ayy
get that money, show yo’ ass, talk yo’ sh-t, uh, uh
get a bag, make ’em mad, make ’em p-ssed, uh

- dee watkins

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