letra de maid - e11en
[chorus]
b-tch, i’m made for this sh-t, hit me up for them zips
drop some bands on my fit
me and jane in the cut, we sick, ice pack froze our wrist
call up fufu, get to shoot you, yeah, her choppa really kick
[verse]
b-tch, i pour up the fours, yeah, ethereals no more
makin’ bank from raidin’ hollows, drop a bag just on hoes
drop a bag just on bricks, my hoe just might get p-ssed
hit a jugg, made 10 bands, might say “f-ck it”, make it flip
we pull up, hit a l!ck, we don’t even need no guns
if we did, 556, hop out and shoot at lungs
i don’t even need the cash, i just jugg ya ass for fun
every time i drop it’s mothers day, y’all really just my sons
got my whole gang with me, so i’ll never run the onеs
no, you can’t hang with me, i won’t even dap you up
i’m callin’ up nitori, bust a kappa, spill somе blood
they’ll never know it happened, ’cause i’m still gon’ clean it up
[chorus]
b-tch, i’m made for this sh-t, hit me up for them zips
drop some bands on my fit
me and jane in the cut, we sick, ice pack froze our wrist
call up fufu, get to shoot you, yeah, her choppa really kick
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