
letra de self made (2025) - mac critter
[intro]
yeah
self made, n-gga
no n-gga give me no handout n-gga
ain’t up under no n-gga d-ck pullin’ n-gga
for real
[repetition]
self made, made man, i’m my own man
need no n-gga to shoot for me, do my own spin
ain’t no n-gga recruitin’ with me, got my own bands
fly out the country, we change up the plans
three b-tches with me, they speak what they sayin’
[?]
threw the money, i be tryin’ not to think it
dope boy b-tch got a house on my pinky
she suckin’ d-ck, lookin’ at me, ain’t blinkin’
purple and yellow, you know what i’m drinkin’
pretty ho starin’, i know what she thinkin’
smashin’ the gas got me syncin’
these n-ggas money be shrinkin’
rolls royce, double r
ratchet b-tch, f-ck a star
ho f-ck with me, upgrade her car
confidential, don’t say what you saw
confidential, don’t say what you saw
chase or not, boy, you not gon’ get far
n-gga mad ’bout these b-tches, that’s all
spinnin’ for thead and bobby
spinnin’ for thead and bob
put a n-gga as in a wall
mixed match designer, i show some to y’all
lil’ n-gga come shoot out the back or you hogged
shot him in the face, gotta eat out of straws
still tryna rob, lil’ boy you ain’t 50
n-gga in a whole ‘nother state tryna diss me
sound like a b-tch
p-ssy boy, know you miss me
every time my check clear, i’ll buy more switches
self made, made man, i’m my own man
need no n-gga to shoot for me, do my own spin
ain’t no n-gga recruitin’ with me, got my own bands
fly out the country, we change up the plans
three b-tches with me, they speak what they sayin’
[?]
threw the money, i be tryin’ not to think it
dope boy b-tch got a house on my pinky
she suckin’ d-ck, lookin’ at me, ain’t blinkin’
purple and yellow, you know what i’m drinkin’
pretty ho starin’, i know what she thinkin’
smashin’ the gas got me syncin’
these n-ggas money be shrinkin’
rolls royce, double r
ratchet b-tch, f-ck a star
ho f-ck with me, upgrade her car
confidential, don’t say what you saw
confidential, don’t say what you saw
chase or not, boy, you not gon’ get far
n-gga mad ’bout these b-tches, that’s all
spinnin’ for thead and bobby
spinnin’ for thead and bob
put a n-gga as in a wall
mixed match designer, i show some to y’all
lil’ n-gga come shoot out the back or you hogged
shot him in the face, gotta eat out of straws
still tryna rob, lil’ boy you ain’t 50
n-gga in a whole ‘nother state tryna diss me
sound like a b-tch
p-ssy boy, know you miss me
every time my check clear, i’ll buy more switches
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