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letra de made it - lil king (chicago)

[intro]
uh, rubber band
get them bands, put it on they head (let that sh-t ride eighty8)

[chorus]
rubber bands on his head, we gon’ get the guala (rubber band)
rockstar lifestyle, think i get that from my papa
the bird on head, but, nah, i ain’t scared, i’m bendin’ the block with precaution (with precaution)
and i’m takin’ chances after chances, i don’t do no lyin’, your honor
the rolls-royce matted up down from the waist (matted up down from the waist)
the trackhawk tinted, we ain’t far from a ten, they won’t still won’t see my face (nah, they won’t still won’t see my face)
you can hear my whole voicе, i get loud, you know that i pour up drank (i get loud, you know that i pour up drank)
in the maybach droppin’ tеars, lookin’ at my twin like, “boy, we made it” (lookin’ at my twin like, “boy, we made it”)

[verse]
but this sh-t don’t feel the same, me and all was out bangin’ sh-t out daily (me and all was out bangin’ sh-t out daily)
my rachet ho want kids, i’m cool on all that sh-t, no way (i’m cool on all that sh-t, no way)
my brother got slammed with ten, bread on his books, you know he straight (bread on his books, you know he good)
i just told ’em it’s one-sixty thou’, you see that main face (you see that main face)
just tryna catch that right one (that right one)
get that bread and put it on his head, they gon’ spin ’til the night done (they gon’ spin ’til the night done)
audemars sittin’ on my left, rollie on my right arm (rollie on my right arm)
they don’t wanna make lil’ go mad, they done p-ssed off the right one (they done p-ssed off the right one)
and i’m countin’ paper up ’til my time gone
that boy ain’t ready to slide and glide, i see it in him (i see it in him)
but he got mob ties with them guys and them boys k!ller (all of them boys k!ller)
they was out tryna catch they main opp and he was with ’em (main opp)
he feel mad and his lil’ shorty bad, he ready to crash from all the adrenaline (he ready to crash from all the adrenaline)
[chorus]
rubber bands on his head, we gon’ get the guala (rubber bands on his head)
rockstar lifestyle, think i get that from my papa (rockstar lifestyle)
the bird on head, but, nah, i ain’t scared, i’m bendin’ the block with precaution (i’m bendin’ the block with precaution)
and i’m takin’ chances after chances, i don’t do no lyin’, your honor (don’t do no lyin’, your honor)
the rolls-royce matted up down from the waist (matted up down from the waist)
the trackhawk tinted, we ain’t far from a ten, they won’t still won’t see my face (nah, they won’t still won’t see my face)
you can hear my whole voice, i get loud, you know that i pour up drank (you know that i pour up drank)
in the maybach droppin’ tears, lookin’ at my twin like, “boy, we made it” (lookin’ at my twin like, “boy, we made it”)

[outro]
lookin’ at my, uh
uh, at my twin like, “boy, we made it”
lookin’ at my
lookin’ at my twin like, “boy, we made it”

- lil king chicago

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