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letra de mak of the year - mak nikova

[verse]
i give no f-cks, for all of these hataz that suck
they makin’ me blush, cause they suckin so much i’m a nut oooooooow
that’s kov’, makin’ h0m-s wanna go str8 (uh, yeeauugh!)
cause i tell the truth, and they like, “what more can i say?” (what more?)
dealin with the everyday thangs, these beats are gonna be my shame
like a picture without its frame, i hear labels still sayin’ my name
makin’ that n-gga mo’ rich, and they know i’mma ask for a grip
better that, than robbin’ a bank, i set it off witta queen and a tank
will i let this bang, well you know its no limit, runnin up the tracks man i’m feelin’ like emmit
blacksmith, with the words i finish, turnin these beats into microwave dinners
cause i’m hungryman, that thunder playin, put everything in check thats on the land
nike town my just do it crown, i say why not? then i put sh-t out
if i ever i leave how much you wanna bet?
i leave red on they clothes and that red all wet
multi-colored runnin deep like where sharks like to sleep
but they really don’t, so we all gotta eat
put a spoon in them n-ggas they soft, talkin bout rhymes but they ain’t gotta cough
thinkin they boss, but they just take a loss, gingivitis man, yall n-ggas need to floss
ain’t got bars and they don’t get me, can’t understand why i’m out of they league
even these fine chicks, lookin like simps, son she only live good on the sims
fakin’ the funk naw i’m way too skunk, lookin like a pimp no hoes but funds
never gave out myself like nuns, been so dirty south and never cleaned up
need a maid and some 409, polish my d-ck, while i polish these lines
man she so sweet i don’t talk that way but, if she a trick no tellin’ what i’ll say, what i say?

[refrain]

[verse continued]
get out girl, go to yo’ man, bounce that -ss right outta my hand
that’s what i call a back up plan, i’ll smack it up that’s a helping hand
vroom vroom, mane she gone, high enough she could k!ll this song
rappin so wise i want more than a song, this that spittah’s spit that clone
michael keaton, batman, even alec
they like kova slow down, dumb it down, too much talent
dressin up with no salad, on a ranch goin auto pilot
how high? girl check the mileage, fresh to def, moment of silence

- mak nikova

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