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letra de make a million. - keoni lee

[intro: keoni lee]:
(ooh, who made the beat?
ade made the beat)
yeah, yeah
yeah
alright, alright

[verse 1: keoni lee]:
you on yo’ way to go make a million
even though you always keeping distance
even though yo mama got five children
even though you steady on a mission
missions that don’t even mention digits
even though you got no education
yeah, you playin’ stupid, i’m just sayin’
but you got potential, and the greatness
think of all the time you steady wastin’
family got you thinkin’ that they hate you
you don’t feel the love, nah, you don’t feel it
bet you steady sayin’ i’ma make it
just to light a blunt, and go & facе it
complaining how you never got no paper
now you asking mama for a dollar
just for hеr to say some “i ain’t got it”
went to get a job, but you don’t like it
get a demon off of me, so i’ma fight him
i’ma light a bible, when i get to writing
not a pilot, when i get to whip the pirate
do it all for the family
we the ones who you wanna be
word around, n-ggas envy me
word is bond from keoni lee
aye!
[bridge 1: keoni lee + oak$hawn]:
go away, on a float away, &
go far away, and yo heart don’t show sympathy (yo heart don’t show sympathy)
don’t change, just fade away from yo enemies (just fade away from yo hoes)
throw shade, look both ways when you crossing me (better look ways lil’ bro)

[verse 2: keoni lee]:
hit that dope right away, when i wake
think about where my head & body finna lay
on my birthday, i didn’t have a k
had a rack, but i had bills that i had to pay
if you don’t got a way, make a way
gotta go get it, like every day
gotta go get all the salary
gotta ball out like the..
aye

[verse 3: oak$hawn]:
oak$hawn
she begging for d-ck, eat my sh-t like a vegetable (yum, yum)
ran to some paper, i better do (i do)
talkin’ my sh-t, ‘cause i’m h-lla cool
b-tches be poppin’ that sh-t, on some capital
ran to a bag, what i had do
get me some cash in a better mood
get to a bag, it’s impeccable
i’ma stay talkin’ my sh-t ‘til i’m dead and gone
smokin’ some gas from l. a. and it’s h-lla strong
got me a pack of this gas, and it’s like cologne
f-ckin’ ya bae, ‘cause she think i’m on
if ya’ sleeping on me, don’t you sleep too long
i stay all in the cut, like he alcohol
had to ball hard, like a n-gga superstar
want some money, i had to chase it like i’m rollin’ around in an acura
lookin’ so accurate
i think i’m makaveli how i’m rappin’ sh-t
oak is a don, and you n-ggas is peons
you n-ggas ain’t havin’ sh-t
lotta blessings on me, i’m a captain
you b-tches be cappin’ and lookin’ so average
want a baddie who love me forever
and never choose up, man this sh-t isn’t happenin’
feelin’ –
lonely, but living immaculate
steady chasin’ this cabba-ge
if i’m –
f-ckin’ with her, she the baddest b-tch
bet we f-ckin’ and making a movie quick
we gon get this sh-t poppin’ (yeah)
it’s really lit
getting to the bag with a bigger grip (we do)
got a loaf in the bag & it’s excellent (on god)
got ya’ b-tch in the back & she suckin’ d-ck (she is)

- keoni lee

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