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Made Nigga

MGM Stanlo & MGM Yung Reed•Офіційне аудіо (YouTube API)

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Yeah, you know

He do, let me talk my shit

Let me talk my shit

I know I got a lot of haters

But I'm focused on the paper

I can't help it cause them bitches on me

Say lil mama, If that nigga go to trippin' tell that nigga stop that hatin'

I could prolly' put him on in the streets

You better fuck with a, made nigga

Shout out to niggas that can rock with us

Been on my breaks a minute, back the gassin'

And ain't no stoppin' us

My team just tryna ball

If he ain't with us, then you blockin' us

I'm sure you niggas see how I'm comin' like some binoculars

Clear, view got haters on my back

But I'm that young boy that shake them off

And get back on my money, Mitch, like Paid And Full

Shinning my side behind me, yeah, that's that south pull

Diamonds, buku of them bitches, I got a mouth full

Shorty, if that nigga hatin', I can change his situation

No facade, I'm never fakin', I been really oven bakin

Team full of them ballers, you better pick you one

If he ain't never had a made, nigga, better get you one

I know I got a lot of haters

But I'm focused on the paper

I can't help it cause them bitches on me

Say lil mama, If that nigga go to trippin' tell that nigga stop that hatin'

I could prolly' put him on in the streets

You better fuck with a, made nigga

Makin' paper like a tree

High as hell, you can tell

All the bitches notice me

All the niggas get to hatin

I'm makin' them hate harder

My clique throwed off

We crank it up like a starter

Skrrt, vroom, takin' off

Even my dentist told me floss

Fuckin' right, my diamonds cost

Hot nigga, full of liquor

All them bitches on me

I tell them hoes bring a friend

I put them on my homies

Turnin' up like an knob

Im like haters get on ya' job

Train to go, I'm sure

Them hoes already know

You see them niggas with that buckin'

For certain them niggas bluffin

I could probably put them on

I'm lyin', it's all gon' ha

I'm killin' this what it is

I ain't stoppin' cause I'm poppin

The bitches, they really dig

Who fuckin' with the kid

Nobody them hoes sayin' though

I got them niggas hot

I'm fryin' them like a pan though

I know I got a lot of haters

But I'm focused on the paper

I can't help it cause them bitches on me

Say lil mama, If that nigga go to trippin' tell that nigga stop that hatin'

I could prolly' put him on in the streets

You better fuck with a, made nigga

Yeah lm Souf Made, Made Gang

What you get out hatin' on me

Them hoes don't say you're real

They say you're full of baloney

If they gotta fuck with you

They cool with bein' lonely

I'm sicker and way realer

I'm ill I'm that nigga, you real

Two fingers, I bang with

Plus the niggas, I came with

Clutchin' I iron slang with

Bustin' I'm with the same shit

Hustlin', we in the same mix

Thuggin' been with the same clique

Ain't no love for these hoes

Like fuck it we share the same bitch

Yeah, this steel stainless

Your hatin' well come again

Ain't into makin' new friends

I know I got a lot of haters

But I'm focused on the paper

I can't help it cause them bitches on me

Say lil mama, If that nigga go to trippin' tell that nigga stop that hatin'

I could prolly' put him on in the streets

You better fuck with a, made nigga

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