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letra de made men - flee lord

[intro: flee lord]
brrt, brrt, brrt
put me up in the headphones, french (brrt, brrt, brrt)
aye (boom, boom, boom)
let’s go
lord, lord

[verse 1: flee lord]
all i ever did was move the ye
short on paper, n-gga, not today
i got a lot to say, you could die today
i’m from dirty-ass far rockaway
we done lost stacks, we done lost [?]
i swear to god, we won’t lose me
got a tre pound and a uzi
i call that there, a mean two-piece (boom, boom)
we makin’ dark while the light shinin’
got a nice iron, while ya wife cryin’
i save bread, i don’t like buyin’
i’m outside like a fire hydrant
bulletproof like dolph whip
get your heart hit, don’t start sh-t (brrrt)
right in front of that market, i never miss my target (brrrt)
i’ll rearrange your livin’ room
you brought a stick, i got a bigger broom
keep it g, i’ma sweep the street
then run down on them n-ggas soon (get ’em)
retired shooter like kobe, n-gga
bought double guns, had a lonely trigger
better pass that if you owe me, n-gga
‘fore i pull the knife out slowly, n-gga (get ’em)
care for the people (care for the people)
stamped on the diesel (stamped on the diesel)
p-ssy so you gon’ (p-ssy so you gon’)
get jammed when i see you (get ’em, get ’em)
i’m hands on, n-gga, i’ll blam some quicker
outside [?] ’till the grams gone, n-gga
ain’t sh-t gon’ change, money or the fame (no)
i’m still gon’ be the same with all my n-ggas (look)
[verse 2: conway the machine]
all i ever did was hustle blow
been a shooter, you already f-cking know
shoot a movie on your strip on russell crowe
i’m from dirty east side buffalo
lost chine gun, we lost d black, matter of fact almost lost me
but i bounced back and leveled way up
b-tch, you p-ssed off, i just called flee
get ’em off me
we were serving these drugs, came from the bottom, the dirt and the mud
yeah (got ’em)
connect [?]
we take all his bricks and we murder the plug (yeah)
k!ll every beat that i get on, that’s just what i certainly does (yeah)
i spent a bag on my jeweler, your pieces is courtesy [?] (d-mn)
somebody gave you a necklace, i spent the 60
i paid for my necklace (nah)
these ain’t [?], my guy
i spent a little more change for vs’ (yeah)
look, i like them b-tches that chocolate and thick, i ain’t changin’ my preference (come here, b-tch)
i f-ck her at four in the morning then skate
i ain’t stayin’ for breakfast (ha, woah)
machine won’t hit her, if she basic
i ain’t even drop my album on a major yet, still i pull up in a sp-ceship
still drop 20 on my bracelet
yeah, i still be on that may sh-t
that’s that hood you shouldn’t play with
that get n-ggas bullets in they faces
lord (brrrt)

- flee lord

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