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letra de make a way - ytboyfitz

(aww yea leo)

[intro – kendrick lamar]
“you can look at a person have a conversation with them and-
you know?
you know if, whether it’s the music or who they identify themselves with, and come from…”

[hook]
we ain’t have it til’ we got it had to make a way
the ones who know me know i do this sh-t like everyday
bro locked up he won’t get out til’ 2030, d-mn
i-it-it ain’t november but my b-tch still walk around with yams!
(she got them yams!)
blowin up yea yea, i feel like a fan
(okay, okay)
i ain’t ever ever ever been a d-ck rider
(lil fitz!)
we gon’ smoke
we gon’ drink
couldn’t get higher
brodie known to spark it up like a bic lighter
[verse]
flippin a sack, gettin a bag
knowing i gotta go get it
yea, punchin it in
doin it quick
they knowing it’s never written aye
(off the top!)
pushin p, i’m doin me
working like its two of me
i’ma pop out brand new v
yoppa kick like its rock lee
g-gettin check just like nike
how i do it get like me
ou i gotta sight to see
chop go brrdt no fightin’ me
keepin a stick like a dyk- with me
like i smoke crack keep pipe on me
bro-bro gon step to the right of me
i’m too high like a kite on me
switchin the flow no bitin’ me
ion give a f-ck if you liking me-

i got bullets rg3
shut off lights like rg&e
we was all up in these streets
i won’t pay her not a dime
i’ma f-ck that b-tch for free
i just wake up gettin’ to it
putting diamonds in my piece
i ain’t signin on no lease
i was flying thru this breesh
re-up flipping all this cheese
they was runnin’ to the booth tryna rap just like me
they be cappin thru they t–th
zet beat death like he lil’ reese
(aye)
him, him, him and him, i need em’ all whacked, (thats a fact)
ytboyfitz, but you won’t see me i’m in all back, (lil b-tch!)
and no my sh-t don’t stink b-tch i’m all that, (and a bag of chips!)
you ain’t ever doin sh-t b-tch you all cap
[hook]
we ain’t have it til’ we got it had to make a way
the ones who know me know i do this sh-t like everyday
bro locked up he won’t get out til’ 2030, d-mn
i-it-it ain’t november but my b-tch still walk around with yams!
(she got them yams!)
blowin up yea yea, i feel like a fan
(okay, okay)
i ain’t ever ever ever been a d-ck rider
(lil fitz!)
we gon’ smoke
we gon’ drink
couldn’t get higher
brodie known to spark it up like a bic lighter

[outro]

fah fah fah -gun noises-

(lil’ fitz i was born to make a flip)

- ytboyfitz

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