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letra de shit (rmx) - mike will made-it

[hook: future]x2
talking ’bout you popping tags, n-gga you ain’t bought sh-t
talking bout a hunned bottles, n-gga you ain’t popped sh-t
all you talk nana clips, n-gga you ain’t shot sh-t
spending money on these hoes, n-gga you ain’t f-ck sh-t

[verse 1: diddy]
i ain’t tryna hear a whole bunch of that sh-t
about how many bodies you caught
my n-ggas is real thug n-ggas
them real n-ggas dont talk
worldstar n-ggas get caught
wavin’ all them guns at the cameras
dumb-ss n-gga you ain’t bout to shoot sh-t
you dont do sh-t, you just think its cool sh-t, to move bricks
real n-ggas do it cause they got to
i know them real n-ggas and it’s not you
and if they see your -ss ’round hear frontin’
a real shooter be somewhere and shot you
man get the f-ck out the booth poppin ‘that sh-t
corny -ss n-gga just talkin’ that sh-t
heard about it, read about it, never been around it
but you think its all fab to somebody that
why you movin’ round with your ho?
you ain’t even stickin’ to the code
you dont even represent the life right
p-ssy n-ggas sleeping with a night light
coming for your head like fight night
get anything done for the right price, boy!
(bad boy)
[hook: future]

[verse 2: schoolby q]
frontin’ like you really on that bullsh-t
gun em’ down, make a motherf-cker do a full flip, tip tip
n-gga really, really on that crip sh-t
bisquick, whip, whip, whip, n-gga move it
got the tool and get a piece, imma use it
n-gga rutheless, leave a chop n-gga toothless, tellem smoochies (yawk, yawk)
got that white girl, get a tan when i ice her, arm and hammer
mixin’ venom like a viper, want to buy her
i’m the n-gga with the fire since a minor
now i’m major, with the paper coppin’ acres overseas like a sailor
you a hater and your daddy in the same boat
you a busta, where your chain go?
pour syrup on my eggo, 4 liters for the 8 tho, to the face now the day slow
yous a fruity little rainbow, real n-gga call me django
50 seconds [?] shootin’ halos
every pocket got a bank roll
i don’t think you really understand me
groovy q’ll get the nose candy

[verse 3: future]
bought the ho a hunned pair of red bottoms
thats a quarter milly on a hand job my n-gga
blllll stick’em f-ck you and every n-gga came witcha
gone put a n-gga on a picture
gone put a n-gga on a t-shirt
back in the day when a n-gga sell dope
i’mma slap your daddy allofdem put’em in a hole
glock 40 whooo
my ambitions as a rider
sipping on lean getting higher
n-gga im a codein buyer
no you ain’t no foreign whip driver
shoutout to the shooters and the shooters only
you never walk around with alot of money
bundles falling all out your pocket
when you hit’em in the head can you keep a solid
bulletproof whip we’ll blow it up
like some raw uncut don’t blow it up
represent your gang n-gga throw it up
i don’t give a f-ck where you at n-gga throw it up

[hook: future]

- mike will made it

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