letra de made it - pg ra
[chorus]
y’all probably think i made it, but i didn’t (uh, uh)
i’m still tryna stack that paper to the ceiling (yeah)
put my mama on some acres with a bentley (with a bentley)
might fly my b-tch out to jamaica just to kick it (just to kick it)
[verse 1]
i want a penthouse with them drapes to cover my windows (yeah)
top floor sh-t, i don’t want no neighbors, just give me my sp-ce ’cause i be chillin’
thinkin’ ’bout my jit, goin’ through my phone, lookin’ at her pictures (yeah, yeah)
she know i can’t be home, but she know i miss her (what?)
but when i do, i’m coming through like it was christmas
go make it all year round, this sh-t ain’t only in december
toast in the air, i finally made it out the trenches (yeah)
when real n-ggas prevail, they make a difference (they make a difference)
this sh-t i spit make you sit back and have to listen (yeah)
can’t skip through half of my tracks and get the vision (uh)
try to make it vivid just so you can see it clearly
that’s why i can’t even write this sh-t, just press record and let me spill it
gotta thank god for this blessing, ’cause i’m gifted (yeah)
ain’t doin’ no more stressin’, b-tch, i’m livin’ (uh)
i had to run a check up, and boss my life up (and boss my life up)
i know why y’all n-ggas mad and y’all don’t like us (and y’all don’t like us)
[chorus]
y’all probably think i made it, but i didn’t (uh, uh)
i’m still tryna stack that paper to the ceiling (yeah)
put my mama on some acres with a bentley (with a bentley)
might fly my b-tch out to jamaica just to kick it (just to kick it)
y’all probably think i made it, but i didn’t (uh, uh)
i’m still tryna stack that paper to the ceiling (yeah)
put my mama on some acres with a bentley (with a bentley)
might fly my b-tch out to jamaica just to kick it (kick it)
[verse 2]
stuck in them bricks, i was on my d-ck (yeah), i had to shake somethin’ (uh)
i keep the fire ’cause i’m gon’ shoot before you take somethin’
he tellin’ lies, b-tch, i’m the truth, i can’t relate to homie
i catch the vibe, these n-ggas fake, under them smiles he really hatin’ on me
one thing they know ’bout ra, i keep that banger on me (i keep that banger on me)
bad b-tch, she so d-mn fine, i put that thing up on her (i put that thing up on her)
she say i’m too d-mn high ’cause i be takin’ long (yeah)
i said, “i’m just tryna take my time, baby girl, be patient for me”
she soakin’ wet and ready, got it waitin’ for me (what?)
when she fuss, i drop that d-ck and make her hate to love me
diggin’ deep, she feel it in her stomach
pg gon’ keep her cummin’, make her wanna vomit (uh)
had to get that girl some water, got her feelin’ nauseous
when i go harder, call me daddy, but i ain’t her father
b-tch, i’m an artist, but she look at me like i’m a star
she ask me am i gon’ forget her when i get too far?
just play your part
[chorus]
y’all probably think i made it, but i didn’t (uh, uh)
i’m still tryna stack that paper to the ceiling (yeah)
put my mama on some acres with a bentley (with a bentley)
might fly my b-tch out to jamaica just to kick it (just to kick it)
y’all probably think i made it, but i didn’t (uh, uh)
i’m still tryna stack that paper to the ceiling (yeah)
put my mama on some acres with a bentley (with a bentley)
might fly my b-tch out to jamaica just to kick it (just to kick it)
letras aleatórias
- letra de you live well - btob
- letra de die for this - gallo
- letra de diamanten - bløf
- letra de düşün ki - sancak
- letra de double kill - diego thug
- letra de threw in the towel - slimeaveli
- letra de кольца (rings) - jubilee
- letra de variety - marc almond
- letra de il segreto del tempo - roby facchinetti & riccardo fogli
- letra de mercy killing - love like blood