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letra de blocklist - makeboy

[intro]
(dump me to that ditch)
(running like a b-tch yeah)
(who the f-ck is this yeah)
(i be rich yeah)
(now they need a stitch yeah)
yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah (mitch yeah)
oh, yeah, yeah (wish yeah, blocklist)
makeboy on the beat (flex, i can show my wrist)

[chorus]
if they could they would dump me to that ditch
flex a bit, you be running like a b-tch yeah
i see my hater i’m like who the f-ck is this yeah
ice on my neck no freeze, i be rich yeah
i be doing good, now they need a stitch yeah
they wanna snitch, now they cry like a mitch yeah
like santa claus i don’t care bout’ your wish yeah
got that cash, no need to say i’m rich yeah
like a sniper rifle i got that aim yeah
got some haters, i don’t even know their name yeah
but i do know they all look the same yeah
i walk in a room, got that flame yeah
now they really want a piece of my fame yeah
they wanna push the blame, now they wanna tame ya
got em’ on a check mate yeah
yeah, cuz for me life is a game yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah b-tch)
makeboy on the beat
[verse]
i got lotta people on my blocklist
i don’t need to flex i just show my wrist
good investment no d-mn 401k
i got em’ bands yeah so make way
she wanna explain yeah, h-lla essay
got that cash like taylor swift oh yeah
gotta stay lowkey take the subway
i do what i want and others they obey
yeah, yeah
i do what i want and others they obey
yeah, i got lotta people on my blocklist
i don’t flex i just show my wrist

[verse]
i got lotta people on my blocklist
i don’t need to flex i just show my wrist
good investment no d-mn 401k
i got em’ bands yeah so make way
she wanna explain yeah, h-lla essay
got that cash like taylor swift oh yeah
gotta stay lowkey take the subway
i do what i want and others they obey
yeah, yeah
i do what i want and others they obey
yeah, i got lotta people on my blocklist
i don’t flex i just show my wrist
[chorus]
if they could they would dump me to that ditch
flex a bit, you be running like a b-tch yeah
i see my hater i’m like who the f-ck is this yeah
ice on my neck no freeze, i be rich yeah
i be doing good, now they need a stitch yeah
they wanna snitch, now they cry like a mitch yeah
like santa claus i don’t care bout’ your wish yeah
got that cash, no need to say i’m rich yeah
like a sniper rifle i got that aim yeah
got some haters, i don’t even know their name yeah
but i do know they all look the same yeah
i walk in a room, got that flame yeah
now they really want a piece of my fame yeah
they wanna push the blame, now they wanna tame ya
got em’ on a check mate yeah (yeah, yeah)
makeboy on the beat
(flex, i can show my wrist)

[outro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (dump me to that ditch)
(running like a b-tch yeah)
(who the f-ck is this yeah)
(i be rich yeah)
makeboy on the beat (now they need a stitch yeah)
(mitch yeah)
(wish yeah)
(rich yeah)

- makeboy

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