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letra de don't understand - make moe

i’m in da kitchen wit da armer hammer
he said pitch him a baseball
so i underhand him
he fucc it up i don’t understand him
fucc n-gg-s i never understand em
dis is for my trappers dis is for my scammers
this for dem n-gg-s sitting in da slammers
this is for dem n-gg-s in dem blue bandannas
this for dem n-gg-s in dem red bandannas

(make moe | verse 1)

i could bring a dead block
back to life
( i got the ability to make any block make money off of drugs sells)
trappin all night thats called sacrifice
send dem ps to you
gotta wrap it right
saw my first hunnit grand d-mn near so the light
( i knew the sky was the limit )
my son made 50 grand
off the middle man
n-gg- i do dis for my lil man
can’t b fuccn wit dem lil grams
( i can’t sell lil amounts of drug i got a kid to think about)
no ac n da trap
just a ceiling fan
dat dog food gonna get you
dawg years
but we gonna ball
like we paul pierce
(even heroine you do a lot of time we still gonna sell it and ball )
you talkin bout that paper
den i’m all ears
how we play wit i lives
you thought i had a spare
(the sh-t we do can cost our lives but still do like we got a second chance)
it’s 4am & i’m drinking sizzurp
i serve a junkie n-gg- in my slippers
wit that revolver man i feel like bishop
dis a1 dope is getting me richer n

(make moe | verse 2)

i got dope boy dreams
i wanted to serve
all the feens
don’t stamp that bag
you know how much
heats it gon bring
(when you put a name on ya dope it’s easier for them to give you the rico charge)
when a feen die
you know how much
cash it’s gonna bring
i hit my first licc
i fucc it up on bling
( soon as i got some real money i bought a chain)
whoppa hit his first lick
he fucc it up on jeans
we neva going broke
along da door swing
along da fone ring
dis trap sh-t is in my genes
my last trap had
200 hunnit complaints
my son scam chase
he can’t go near a bank
keep fuccn wit dese hoes
watch ya money shrink
keep fuccn wit dese rats
you become extinct
it’s 4am & i’m drinking sizzurp
i serve a junkie n-gg- n my slippers
wit that revolver man i feel like bishop
dis a1 dope is getting me richer

- make moe

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