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letra de make em feel it - fmb dz

[verse]
first chance a n-gga get, they gon’ stab me in the back
how the f-ck you get money? you ain’t never drunk act’
you ain’t never hit the club and get escorted through the back
i can still get a n-gga knocked down for a rack
these n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with me, whoopin’, that’s a fact
next rapper say my name, gettin’ his f-ckin’ head cracked
i’m talkin’ critical condition, put his ass on bed rest
after that, we celebrate, hit the club, make a mess
bring me the coldest b-tch with some ass and some br–sts
they ever get me in that room, i’m playin’ blind and i’m deaf
everybody breakin’ the code, it ain’t no real n-ggas left
misleading the lil’ n-ggas, got ’em thinkin’ they can step
i’ma tell ’em get some money, you ain’t sh-t without a check
i used to hit the ‘hound heart beating, prayin’ i make it back
you catch a case, you gotta sit, ain’t n0body tell you that
yeah, this sh-t get real, n-gga, welcome to the field, n-gga

[chorus]
had to get back in my bag, got ’em worried for a minute
got my rings and stay humble, robert horry on you b-tches
b-tch, i’m known to stand on business, if you owe me, i need interest
i had philthy in detroit shootin’ dice in the trenches
n-ggas know not to ever play with mines, i be with k!llers
we’d knock a n-gga big homie down and make him feel it
b-tch, i got so many hundreds in my bag, can feed a village
n-gga rub me the wrong way, we puttin’ him in a sk!llet
[verse 2]
i be somewhere on a mission, you be somewhere out here trickin’
ridin’ around, tryna reel a n-gga in like i’m fishin’
b-tch, i’m swimmin’ with the sharks, you put a n-gga sh-t in park
put his brains on the dashboards, i wonder what he thought
yeah, i wonder what he saw, wonder what that boy was thinkin’
ain’t n0body dumb enough to touch my chain, i be with demons
i just left ten in neimans, i’m recordin’ while i’m leanin’
got a plug in pasadena, thinking about buyin’ me a cleaners
brodie got into a shootout at the crib and lost a finger
black trucks back to back, my lil’ n-ggas in the stingers
you ain’t ready for this war, this how sh-t gon’ go for me
have my lil’ stripper b-tch put you on the floor for me
that’s how sh-t supposed to be, hmm

[interlude]
yeah
that’s how it go
get out of line, n-gga, get spanked, like a baby
the biggest

- fmb dz

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