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letra de made it out - sha ek

[intro: b-lovee]
like, grah
coe, you don’t wanna be
uh, like

[verse 1: b-lovee]
they know i’m that n-gga, no way they could cap
like, all that sh-t they was saying, it’s facts
and we takin’ lives, ain’t no gettin’ it back
hollow tips, but this sh-t gettin’ wack
they stand in my way, i bet we make ’em move
on that sh-t, b-tch, we gotta react
she go off that liquor, now she in that mood
pickin’ her mouth, these on her back, like

[verse 2: sha ek]
give her d-ck, she don’t know how to act now
b-tch, we not f-ckin’, word, this a smackdown
i keep a gun, cause n-ggas gettin’ packed now
b-tch, it’s die 8, like, we might wanna tag now
cause they know that i’m famous and dangerous
for noah and yellow, and diddy i’m flamin’
i still be throwing the o, ain’t no changing
i get them racks, but i only put pain in
bad b-tch, she wanna f-ck off the liquor
[verse 3: b-lovee]
heard she was nasty, but now i won’t kiss her
b-tch, i been out of the crib, i won’t miss her
like, this sh-t not about money, no pick up
i’m not duckin’ no smoke, i come straight from the o
he won’t play, cause he know
i’m too deep in this sh-t, i can’t be like no fool, i ain’t savin’ no hoe
i’m not thinkin’ i’m cool, b-tch i pour up that munna
i’m changing my flow, shoutout to munna, n-ggas know how i get
if i got it, or not, b-tch i’m ready to go

[verse 4: sha ek]
f-ck all the fame, like, bdot my brother
all them days we was down, we was there for eachother
we not brothers, we move like we got the same mother
they wasn’t there, when i was stuck in the gutter
c to the o to the e, i’m tryna pack on my g on a g
no cop sh-t, diss on, make a n-gga freeze
i’ve been so down, from the percs, and the lean

[verse 5: b-lovee]
i’ve been so down, from the addy’s and lean
i’m gettin’ high, cause i don’t wanna dream
sh-t not how it seem, sh-t like a nightmare
i keep my gun, cause these n-ggas don’t fight fair
i leave them right there, should’ve gone boom
baby you my type, come get it too
bodies piled up, with the guap, ain’t no room
we got them opps, we don’t f-ck with no brooms, should’ve gone boom
i got the birkin, they used to look when i walk in my room
i ran it up, n-ggas was funny
b-tches would dap me, they ain’t had a clue, when i was up
[outro: b-lovee]
i was up, like (i was up, like)
better duck, like (see my choppa, better duck)
g-lock babies (hold my gun), g-lock babies (pour it up)
new opp died, they know what’s up

- sha ek

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