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letra de made men - tom-oh

[intro: tom-oh & mac miller]
hey, hey (your boy mac miller)
it’s mr. o.h. (shoutout to my homie tom-oh)
in this b-tch (got you, bruh)
and it go like

[chorus: tom-oh]
ba-da-dum, bum-ba, ba-da-dum, bum, ba-da-dum
we just some made men
ba-da-dum, bum-ba, ba-da-dum (hey, hey), bum-ba, ba-da-dum (hey, hey)
we just some made men

[verse 1: tom-oh]
livin’ life like i’m a made man, the fans be causin’ mayhem
these haters always jockin’, but i block ’em with these ray-bans
the marijuana fragrance, coach says i have great hands
the way i run the game, you gettin’ fifteen on a facemask
my lady used to love me, called hеr honey, loved her too
but now i’ll makе it public: i’ve had enough of you
see, i got stuff to do, like write the mic, a couple tunes
so i say my goodbyes without really givin’ a f-ck or two
it’s up to you to do it, that’s what my father was tellin’ me
winged it, now i’m hot, so we feedin’ my cd celery
touchin’ on the centipede, she’ll never see the end of me
been known around the world, my music sell among the seven seas
[?] set it free, now paper’s what it’s gettin’ me
but i don’t need the money, i just do it for the memories
so please remember me, the game used to be friends with me
but now i got it by the throat, and i don’t plan to let it breathe
kid, f-ck a person who gon’ talk sh-t
grab a dictionary, i’m a definition boss b-tch
hey, f-ck the money and the fame
ain’t a d-mn thing gon’ change ‘cept the motor in the range, kid
[chorus: tom-oh & mac miller]
ba-da-dum, bum-ba, ba-da-dum, bum-ba, ba-da-dum
we just some made men
ba-da-dum, bum-ba, ba-da-dum
man, you been f-ckin’ with some made men
ba-da-dum, bum-ba, ba-da-dum, bum-ba, ba-da-dum
we just some made men
ba-da-dum, bum-ba, ba-da-dum (yeah, mac miller, b-tch)
man, you been f-ckin’ with some made men

[verse 2: mac miller]
uh, way to go, never runnin’ outta gas
hundred-twenty on the dash, i don’t never need a map
mr. tom-tom, can you please direct me where i’m goin’?
take a journey through my head, you’ll be motrin
l!ckin’ and splittin’ and rollin’ and hittin’, b-tches, never change up
boys meets the world, no cory and topanga
different kinds of haters always tend to twist they face up
b-tches want some magic, i ain’t with hermione granger
lace up ya cleanin’ shoes, throw on designer clothes
grab your best weed, alcohol and finest hoes
finna have a player’s ball, have her make the call
colors so bright and flamboyant that i paint the wall
every time i walk by, have these b-tches c-ck-eyed
smokin’ on some spinach, get me strong, call me popeye
you with them chicken heads, they just tryna get ya bread
think you gettin’ p-ssy, end the night with just a kiss instead
[bridge: mac miller]
just a kiss instead
just a kiss instead
gettin’ p-ssy, end the night with just a kiss instead
uh, mac miller, b-tch, uh

[chorus: tom-oh]
ba-da-dum, bum-ba, ba-da-dum, bum-ba, ba-da-dum
we just some made men
ba-da-dum, bum-ba, ba-da-dum
man, you been f-ckin’ with some made men
ba-da-dum, bum-ba, ba-da-dum, bum-ba, ba-da-dum
we just some made men
ba-da-dum, bum-ba, ba-da-dum
man, you been f-ckin’ with some made men

[outro: miggz]
ayo, this is a miggz [?]

- tom oh

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