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letra de make me mad - kato2x

[intro]
(d-mn, kam2klutch)
yeah, uh, go crazy
go crazy, 2, go crazy, uh
uh, yeah, go crazy, 2
real talk, on my mama
uh
uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh

[chorus]
know i’m that n-gga
and i’m so g’d up, fifty racks in the gucci bag, uh
pop my sh-t, don’t brag, uh
love turnin’ n-ggas to a tag, uh
got that glock in my arms
don’t think sh-t sweet just ’cause i sag, uh
rest in peace to paul walker, but i’ma handle this
swear to god, i won’t crash, uh
old-heads make me mad, uh
talkin’ ’bout the sh-t they had, uh
so many diors stacked in the closet
some of ’em, i forgot i had
[verse]
like a bank, been f-ckin’ off cash
n-ggas be cap, this sh-t make me mad
every time you in the city for a funeral
i’m the type to come back when n-ggas get whacked
mix dior with the baccarat
asked her for the top, shе told me, “why not?” uh
and i’m too lit for a drop-top
baby girl, i like to get high, gotta hotbox
thеse n-ggas see me, they heart drop
f-ck ’em, well, we’ll spend a bag at icebox
high and got fly like an astronaut
n-ggas move wrong, you know they gon’ get shot
got dinged, then park on the curb
widebody kato, n-ggas know i got 2
gotta have bodies or money, he ain’t got that, baby girl, he ain’t a part of my crew
can’t post sh-t like dude
internet tell all, that’s how 12 get proof
n-ggas ain’t got bodies, they’ll turn to rappin’
that’s the only time that p-ssy n-gga be shootin’
beef, i’m really influenced
no warzone, ask my opps how i do it
we k!ll ’em, put ’em in ‘woods
got n-ggas scared to post up in they hood
opp b-tch, she suck me so good
won’t set me up, she know how i do it
he was dead, they sayin’ he good
sh-t overstood, they know how we do it
and i’m too turnt, need a floor seat
no disrespect, too lit for a skybox
every time they look, gotta see the watch
go’n and make a snap every time, they get that sh-t blocked
been too turnt, got my b-tch hot
she get mad ’bout sh-t, i can’t stop
all this ice, can’t get hot
if i get mad, bet a n-gga get him dropped, uh
really the biggest, n-gga
my opps ain’t hittin’ on sh-t, them n-ggas k!lled who?
n-ggas send shots out roof
up on the score, these n-ggas wonder why they losin’
get up close and personal, do ’em dirty
n-gga, he was dead ‘fore it made the news
n-gga gon’ front page who?
n-gga ain’t never k!lled sh-t, n-gga, go with your move
[chorus]
know i’m that n-gga
and i’m so g’d up, fifty racks in the gucci bag, uh
pop my sh-t, don’t brag, uh
love turnin’ n-ggas to a tag, uh
got that glock in my arms
don’t think sh-t sweet just ’cause i sag, uh
rest in peace to paul walker, but i’ma handle this
swear to god, i won’t crash, uh
old-heads make me mad, uh
talkin’ ’bout the sh-t they had, uh
so many diors stacked in the closet
some of ’em, i forgot i had

[outro]
forgot i had

- kato2x

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