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letra de make it worse - topoppgen

she want chanel, she want prada
jumped in the streets cuz’ i was absent of a father
if i hit yo phone, you say you busy, i won’t bother
i been goin’ up can prolly f-ck an ig model

but y’all already knew that, n-gga run up stupid, up that stick bet his dumb-ss move back
erry’ n-gga i be wit’, slime as f-ck, we don’t do no ?
we the ones got the ups, on nem n-ggas first, we ain’t never had to shoot back
n-gga we shootin’ first, told my momma, “i gotta keep my gun, rather be in jail than a hurse”
need a down b-tch, they ? ‘n she up stick out the purse
call my momma, she hang up the phone, she know i’m full of percs
yea, but i feel that these drugs make it bеtter, they say it make it worsе
put a switch on the back, now this a fully burst
ion know why she think she sweet, make her eat d-ck like starburst
hit that block wit’ arp, shoot this b-tch until my arms hurt
i hope sh-t get better in my life, right now my heart hurt
yea, but f-ck it this n-gga turnt, 12 tryna hit the lights, i’ma hit this b-tch, until the tires burnt
fell in love wit’ h-es my whole life, plently lessons i done learned
but i love too hard, n-gga playin’ wit’ my h-e get his -ss merked
h-lla thoughts of suicide, i just wan’ know if you gon’ ride
sh-t got deep, had to cut some homies off, they wasn’t tryna slide
love a b-tch, but she playin’ wit’ my top, i can’t let it slide
yea, pretty b-tch, pop a perc’ and let me get behind
yea, let me be here for you, girl i know that i be trippin’, but thas’ jus’ what them drugs do
i want you to be the best you can be, don’t just wanna f-ck you
b-tch i’m just a rapper, i’m still tryna spin through, tuck and drop a few
yea, she want chanel, she want prada
jumped in the streets cuz’ i was absent of a father
if i hit yo phone, you say you busy, i won’t bother
i been goin up can prolly f-ck an ig model

huh, b-tch a bop, she like 16 wit’ 20 bodies
b-tch i’m pimpin’, 33 shots on me jus’ like i’m scottie
runnin away from my pain, mixed the perc’ wit’ oxycontin
catfish, tell a b-tch, “take off that makeup”, she look like a goblin
f-ck outta here, make a pretty b-tch eat the man, she jus’ gon’ get to gobblin
n-gga said i’m soft, but his brotha’ dead, he know what’s poppin’
huh, speakin on my name, i’ll cut ?
b-tch ain’t wanna f-ck, pull out them racks, now her p-ssy throbbin’
uh, you don’t know me, you know of me, ion know you
if she leave my side, who im gon’ go to?
i can’t tell you a lot, i’d rather show you
paranoid, please don’t run up stupid, i’ma blow you

- topoppgen

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