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letra de make u mine - remix - king saint

[verse 1: zmone¥]
all these girls sour like lemons
to get a chance i need that lucky 7
but i’m rapping likе carti, whole lotta red at the party
gun ‘еm down like the army now these b-tches all sorry
we all popping carti and that molly and we smoke like bob marley
girl i’m sorry, not sorry cause you got me overwhelmed
and we sipping that wine, but i think to myself
all i wanted was to make you mine

[chorus: king saint & zmone¥]
all these b-tches don’t really want real love
they want tight dresses and a big b-tt
they don’t really want real love
unless it comes with weed and some more drugs
they wanna take my pride cause they hate their lives
all i really wanted was to make you mine
shouldn’t have to drop a dime just to get your time
all i wanted was to make you mine
[verse 2: noitulo$]
all these b-tches want to play me just like i’m an atari
pulling up all in ferrari’s i don’t care about your sorry’s
i been searching for b-tches just like i’m in the safari
pretty b-tch built like a barbie but i know they just copies
with barely f-cking bodies i spun around got ’em
i do not want to be a martyr didn’t wanna date your daughter
these hoes be acting like stalkers y’all stay and go and plot em
y’all ain’t got nothing to offer you just want balenciaga
every day i heard you want to leave, f-cking let me
yeah you left me f-cking empty don’t know where i’m heading
i’m stuck in a cloud of smoke and from the dope i start to choke
you made me lose hope for love cause you’re a f-cking hoe
going to parties so i’m hardly seeing you at home
sure you’re a hottie but your body, but i want to call
and maybe talk it out, or work it out or something else
is there someone else? i’m only by myself like

[chorus: king saint & zmone¥]
all these b-tches don’t really want real love
they want tight dresses and a big b-tt
they don’t really want real love
unless it comes with weed and some more drugs
they wanna take my pride cause they hate their lives
all i really wanted was to make you mine
shouldn’t have to drop a dime just to get your time
all i wanted was to make you mine
[verse 3: king saint]
i been selling sh-t tryna get my money up
get a car and a crib, turn the music up
if you pour some sh-t, better get a double cup
smoking blunts in this b-tch like i ain’t high enough
wanna talk on the dead, you gonna get slimed out
laced yo weed, f-cked around, now you gonna find out
take you to the ‘chi now
drop you off at o-block see how long you gonna live now
fly out to j-pan while we popping xans
go and tell your friends we just got a benz
we can watch friends and get drunk again
go to the party where everybody had been
shots fired, everybody going down
cops show up, what the f-ck you want now?
ain’t no happy ending i just stumble home
find out another homie overdosed

- king saint

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