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letra de cant make it - wavshell

[intro]
so, so, so, oh

[chorus]
ya’ll can’t even say i can’t make it out
ya’ll can’t even say, yeah
ya’ll can’t even say i can’t make it out
cause i put in the pain, yeah

[verse]
said i couldn’t make it out
but i never saw you inside the rain
b-tch better shut that mouth
cause you ain’t ever go against the grain
nah, yeah, i had to pave the way
for all these f-ck-boys that doubted, where you at
yeah, where did you go?
i ain’t ever see you at the top
tried to pray on my downfall
i hope you know you flopped
for every time that you tried to tell me i wouldn’t be sh-t
we gon’ spin, spin, spin back till we dirty up the mop
yeah, b-tch i’m out the mud
know your ass is stuck yeah
yeah, you tried to steal my bread
but you can’t even scr-pe no bucks now
i’m bought to fly to the yacht
ask three b-tches, which one wanna f-ck now?
you know we putting in hard work
everybody thinks that it’s luck now
put out a hit at the yacht dock
shooters coming b-tch, better duck, huh
got exotic whips, got exotic b-tch
might pull up in muf-ckin’ exotic truck
[bridge]
f-ck, we don’t give no f-ck
to every body tried to tell me i couldn’t make it, now what’s up?
had to count up the ps, ps, ps, run up the bucks
couldn’t share one f-ck, two f-ck, yeah, now you’re asking what’s up?
and i got green bucks, red bucks, yeah, yeah, we countin’ them up
tellin’ my shooter to “hold on please” yeah, cause they’re running amock
put her on her knees, she like “daddy please,” i’m making my opps some cucks
put em on the news, tv screen, yeah, yeah that boy a schmuck

[verse]
heard you’re sippin green, green, green, green, you gon’ be sick as f-ck
that chopper go gring-gring-gring-gring and yeah, that glock go pop
and when that shotty hit your ass, turn you into chunks
i’m tryna hit it from the back, she got a dump truck
keep me um, a pint up to relax, i got a double cup
i got a sticky on me
and b-tch i’m the big dog, and your ass a pup
nah, heard you’re living off welfare, i can’t even make this up
got a brand new truck
go 281 on the highway if we going downhill
tryna spit that real real real talk
ain’t hearing your hit song cause it flopped
let off the bullets, hit the drop top
b-tch get naked now, take the crop top off
dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty now i’m immune to coughing
talkin’ it up, catch your boy in a coffin
ain’t get enough, f-cked your girl in the loft
runnin it up, cause i’m buying all the options
getting that bag cause i’m winning all the auctions
can;t get enough of that f-ckin’ toxin
heard your man is broke, exhausting
uh, know that’s your man, that’s your man, that’s your man
hit with the rubber cause you got onlyfans
end of the day, know i love all my fans
money so d-mn tall, elephant

- wavshell

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