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letra de make u proud - lil keed

[intro]
goose with another one

[chorus]
i hop in the bentley, make you proud
ain’t talkin’ webbie, i wipe you down
at your b-tch house, givenchy’ed down
i’m goin’ deep, she pushin’ out
she know i’m the hottest in the town
i can go to the bank and pull it out
baby got the hottest in the town
i’m with a whole bunch of crips
sh-t, feel like i’m on slauson
pants, yeah, they fat as books
we death row sh-t, call us suge
slime his -ss out, yeah, we took’
i’m doin’ all that it take
i put these fishes on the bait
say she got love and affection
baby girl, wait

[verse 1]
i put this pain on you, put these rings on you, put that beam on you
can’t save homie, he gon’ bang on you
they f-ckin’ kicked us out, they put the lean on it
f-ck the drip up, double c on me
my wrist wet like it rain on it
rover white, but i switched the paint on it
i might catch arthritis with these rings on me, yeah, yeah
my name lil keed, but i’m a big dawg
came from the bottom but my money real tall
i got hoes in the north and the south
you say you the n-gg- but you not big dawg
yeah, i picked a band, that was not migos
lookin’ for the bag, no finding nemo
stick shootin’ flames so he burnt like toast
i’ma take a bow
yeah, real high, in the clouds
not worried ’bout your boy gettin’ clout
yeah, i get high like a pilot, sh-t, i can’t come down
no, i’m not saying vows
yes, baby girl, lose the vowels
yes, girl, you can blow up with me, just stay down

[verse 2]
all you had to do was stay down
smokin’ big bags, deuce deuce
yeah, i blow a whole lot of bands on the lil’ ho, she make me proud
yeah, blow a lot of bands on my ho, and that’s no doubt
yeah, blow a lot of bands on that b-tch, then f-ck her mouth
yeah, percocet-10 on me, now a n-gg- focused
say you got a man, baby girl, come with me, focus
say you got a date, baby, girl, come with me, focus
yeah, i spent a whole lot of bands on a diamond choker
i’m goin’ wild, i’m the joker
these n-gg-s jokes, chris tucker
opps, we smoke ’em like smokey
bands in my pants, yeah, they poking
these n-gg-s rats, ratatouille
i don’t need no license just to tote it
i’ma freestyle, never wrote it
i’m from the ave, know i was chosen
i’m from atlanta
we pour the fours in the fanta
whole lot of red like a scandal
free unfunk out the slammer
free big dre out the slammer
i’ma respect, i got manners
he sayin’ he slime, who stamped him?
we’ll slime his -ss out, okay

- lil keed

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