letra de made one - reef (usa)
[verse]
i get the cash i’m like f-ck it, let’s ball
i pass a glock to my brothers, i’m chris paul
stand on the cash and sh-t, i’m nine feet tall
nineteen bullets in the clip hit nineteen frauds
yeah when i turn nineteen i’ma have like, hmm nineteen broads (nineteen)
lil bro in a jam, they like d-mn [?]
only bought a gram, lil’ bro got the fam, oh nah nah nah
ak pakistanm sh-t go blam gra-ra-ra
[chorus]
i’d go ten for ten on albums if i ever made one
so i got like a hundred albums, but they’ll never see the sun
7.62 51 that b-tch came with a titty drum
if that paycheck ever hit lil’ b-tch [?] gotta come
sippin’ on drank this not no rum
smokin’ on green f-ck up my lungs
[?] smoke out the [?] the f-ck are you dumb?
it’s mе and lil’ keeta can’t f-ck with a bum
[?] drac’ spin back they run
this all one take, walk out i’m donе
how much cash? i don’t know, a ton
hop in that jag and go for a run
[verse 2]
i been on my lone
you don’t know about me, boy stick to your ho
i been getting my bread, that cheese and provolone
if she calls you’re at the phone
i don’t wanna answer her ’cause i know what she on
i’m off percs so done
lil’ bro roll up gumbo
steady smokin’ drums
i keep that k like gung-ho
in love with no fronts[?]
she playing with his heart strings
that lil b-tch gon’ strum
30k don’t set apart me
rich i still be reef
in a way they gonna part me
they can’t copy me
i’m so up still ain’t even start yet
oh lets get sh-t started
i done let ya’ll have your fun now its time for the party
draco with a laser beam you see that b-tch alarming
lil’ bro walked in with the reaper you would think he farming
all these twitter losers i can’t tell if they beefing or they sparing
this bread up in my pocket, on your hunger sh-t you starving
[chorus]
i’d go ten for ten on albums if i ever made one
so i got like a hundred albums, but they’ll never see the sun
7.62 51 that b-tch came with a titty drum
if that paycheck ever hit lil’ b-tch [?] gotta come
sippin’ on drank this not no rum
smokin’ on green f-ck up my lungs
[?] smoke out the [?] the f-ck are you dumb?
it’s me and lil’ keeta can’t f-ck with a bum
[?] drac’ spin back they run
this all one take, walk out i’m done
how much cash? i don’t know, a ton
hop in that jag and go for a run
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- letra de tap in - saweetie
- letra de fake niggas - paddoorise
- letra de little snakes - protest the hero
- letra de real things - yungvern
- letra de one time - scott eddy
- letra de held down by fear - saf (saf the artist)
- letra de m7 - m7
- letra de die alone - fallenashes
- letra de why - thehxliday
- letra de topless - bladeadiccion