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letra de made drill - king louie

[part i: made]

[verse 1]
smokin dope gettin’ tree high
b-tch i’m wit yeah she bi
keep it 100 got a lot of hundreds
need a hit i put dollars on it
more money more problems
can’t sleep i need codine
and i’m smokin like a dope fiend
hang wit pokers they be poking
sh-t is chess not checkers
shoot a n-gga in his freckles
thowin bullets dont get tackled
mubu gang bunch of made man
say they out here but they stay in
no talkin’ we just sprayin’
n-ggas thinkin’ that we playin’
’til you catch they -ss in traffic
they show ’em it ain’t just rap sh-t
chopper make ’em do a back flip
give a b-tch boy a face lift
they ain’t hard they just play tough
man these f-ck boys made up
drivin’ fast gettin’ knocked down
i feel good call me james brown
i can die any day now

[part ii: drill]

[intro]
pop off pop off pop off (x2)
pop out pop off
pop off pop off pop off (x2)

[verse 2]
get ya d-mn head knocked off
all i do is smoke hot sauce
all i do is f-ck boss hoes
in that g wag’ makin boss moves
pull up ready to commit drills
have us lookin for you like waldo
holla at you wit the saw’d off
then hall off
all black sh-t
get whacked sh-t
ak rounds make you do sh-t
like back flip
split in half
crash the whip get away
that drill sh-t not that other sh-t
this that run up on em and make him suck a clip
time to show these n-ggas who they f-ckin with
no love for a b-tch
just f-ck and dip
everyday i’m fly like a f-ckin trip
got so many hoes ima f-ckin pimp
on another note ima f-ckin boss
if i wanted to i can get ’em lost
if i wanted to i can get you hit
if i wanted to i could f-ck yo’ b-tch
but all i do is smoke dope and brick
it’s a f-ckin’ a hit
to you other n-ggas i’m the f-ckin realist
hang wit’ millionaires and some f-ckin’ k!llers
at the same time ball like hang time
smokin’ gasoline rollin’ off a bean
with yo b-tch and her friend doin’ awesome things
and we livin’ dreams
b-tches suckin’ d-ck to boost they self esteem
you wouldn’t know about it
just forget about it
you can run up i’ll shoot you up in your head
and then i’ll get up out it
they get that sh-t?
you say they got lean
did you hit that sh-t?
let’s hope it’s a hit
we ain’t no vics
we be hittin l!cks
run up in yo’ crib if you got them bricks
smokin’ on dope sipin’ actavis
b-tches go dumb on some active sh-t
i be mackin on my apple sh-t
bullets get let off and tackle sh-t
got them snitches in that apple b-tch?
to live everyday that’s a risk
my n-ggas gangsters and gentlemen
want a argument we gon’ drill em b-tch

- king louie

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