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letra de we made it - tory lanez

[intro]
it’s a lot of it n-gga
oh so your old -ss don’t wanna smoke with a n-gga?
i got weed
it’s a lot of it n-gga
yea, uh

[verse]
n-gga we made it
n-ggas get jealous
the owner can’t tell us sh-t n-gga we paid it
look at the picture we painted
my sh-t make your sh-t get repainted
my n-gga i’m faded, s-o to pay me
cause this year i promise they got it we take it
f-ck all them b-tches that hated
last year i got lazy cause n-gga we mof-cking made it
no i ain’t giving out favors
if n-ggas is talking then dissing is cool
cause this year ain’t no n-gga my neighbor
it’s hundreds i’m running
i eat with armenian n-ggas that get to that paper
i’m back on the road with a four and a baby
so baby just hit up my pager, n-gga i’m major
this sh-t was a movie, i took her for sushi
my kick is front louie, my chick outta truly
your b-tches are groupies, one of wasatcha
my n-gga book me the flight
i was gon’ book her the ticket to f-ck her
but it only took me one night and i d-mn near
head in a porsche i crashed the panamera
i ain’t got a d-mn care cause i’m the man in here
walking with the metal cause the mof-cking devil
ain’t playing it fair, i throw a d-mn chair
liquor and the weed got me looking like a n-gga with a blank stare
i’m in the bank yeah, every time i step up in your city
i’m the n-gga getting banked out, i said i said it before
she getting me high but give me head on the low
i been getting the dough but really getting it though
got the kde moving and that’s a cheddar to go
i b-redded flow enough finesse on the low
you can never n-gga when i’m coming all up in it
n-ggas talk money but it’s funny to me
they don’t see me like the car tinted
(ah!) everything i’m doing gotta have an r in it
audemar, audecar, authentic
the streets wanna know why you and drizzy drake
ain’t been doing no features
i’m not for the answers the only thing i am is ready when he is
in living jesus i nailed ’em my keeper to help me spit ether
my women let bellevardé spill on designer they know i got cleaners
f-ck with me shawty, if it ain’t me then who else?
we learned it from early don’t bite off the hand
that’s gon’ feed you some wealth
k!ller on the street, i preach and i repeat
no slip i sleep, i creep with my heat
ice deep, even on my street with my peep the n-gga might try pre-or
got off a tour, ’bout to go hop on another one
tell a f-ck n-gga to fall back (yup!)
just like the summer done
said it when i was eleven when i put the pen into the pad
like paramedic pat, now we pull up pressing [?]
we done took an interception
jugging in a cooking section, n-ggas took it that you took a lesson
but i didn’t [?]
and you know the mof-cka in the hood
rapping like a mof-cking hood reverend

- tory lanez

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