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letra de make believe - ysr loski

[intro]
(ooh sh-t, that’s a danny g beat)
(whatupnolan)
(make-believe)

[verse 1: ysr loski]
the sh-t you n-ggas rappin’ ’bout be make believe
i just cut a n-gga drank with some—, i’m finna make a three
i done sold bro two different percs, he tryna go to sleep
then f-cked a rat b-tch in bro bed, he gotta change the sheets
bro gangster, he’ll get on a n-gga in front the police
we hit a left, and got fl!cked by the staties, we had four heats
why you rappin’ ’bout a shootout? n-gga, you ain’t been in no beef
i will not eat that freak b-tch p-ssy, she got roast beef
i done whipped out and emptiеd a n-gga pockets, he had no cheese

[verse 2: clean up man]
i donе did some bullsh-t, i had to toss the heat
if you ain’t never popped sh-t, don’t talk to me
these boys don’t never be on sh-t, how you offin’ me?
tweaked the f-ck out in this b-tch, n-gga, don’t even talk to me
i ain’t gon’ lie, you can’t slide on the opps if you ain’t walk with me

[verse 3: krispylife kidd]
f-ck it, i’m finna shoot him, go’n and chalk him down
i paid a lot for these shoes, i’m finna walk him down
fifteen hundred for these v— alright, i’m finna walk him out
chopper knock the guts out a n-gga, a broken black & mild
when you come around, the hoes get kinda nervous
why the f-ck you in the trap if you ain’t even servin’?
i really love the chicken, f-ck it, i’m moving to church’s
i’m plugged in with the pastor, we movin’ through churches
my young n-gga caught a body ‘fore he wrote in cursive
get away with that bullsh-t, i’m too smooth, jergens
huh, hundred bloods get to movin’ sh-t
he with the other side, f-ck religion, get a muslim hit
leavin’ the game, start a shootout and get e-cooper hit
don’t get it twisted, put this b-tch down and get to bruisin’ sh-t
[verse 4: ysr gramz]
(d-mn)
i robbed a n-gga at moneris and square one too
unc’ sell weed and dope and heroin too
my granny heard my mixtape, she did the wonton soup
walked in the wrong studio and robbed the booth
if this was 2010, bro would’ve robbed you too
treat a n-gga like a beat and get him chopped and screwed
i don’t sell twenty-dollar eighths, go shop with dude
your mixtape did ten thousand streams and you think it’s cool?
i could’ve done some bullsh-t and spiked your juice

- ysr loski

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