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mike will made-it - sh!t (megamix) كلمات أغنية

[intro: diddy & future]
everything you hear
and everything you about to hear
and all the important sh_t you about to hear over the next couple of decades
mike motherf_ckin’ will made_it
ayy
talkin’ ’bout ya bussin’ heads (ayy), n_gga, you ain’t shot sh_t
talkin’ ’bout ya workin’ clips (ayy), n_gga, you ain’t—
ayy (eardrummers)
(mike will made_it)
ayy
oh, you done got and get all them guns, and you ain’t k!lled n0body yet? (ayy)
how many times you shot that motherf_cker, n_gga? (ayy)
ain’t n0body popped up dead (ayy)
thought y’all n_ggas was murderers
sh_t

[chorus: future, future & drake]
talkin’ ’bout you poppin’ tags, n_gga, you ain’t bought sh_t
talkin’ ’bout a hundred bottles, n_gga, you ain’t popped sh_t
all you talk ‘nana clips, n_gga, you ain’t shot sh_t
spending money on these hoes, n_gga, you ain’t f_ck sh_t (ayy)
sh_t
sh_t (ayy)

[verse 1: drake]
took n_ggas out the hood like i’m from there
so you know it’s all good when i come there
i hear you talk about your city like you run that
and i brought my tour to your city, you my son there, n_gga
but i had to come through for the remix
on my haven’t_done_a_verse_in_eight_weeks sh_t
and if a n_gga say my name, he the hot sh_t
but if i say the n_gga name, he still the hot sh_t
f_cked up, lucky i don’t feed into the gossip
n_ggas act like they don’t know, but they should know
yeah, i just think it’s funny how they dangling the bait
but i’m the one that’s k!lling n_ggas on the hooks, though
and n_ggas ain’t got a grill, still ice_grill hating
i know y’all already know mike will made_it
just looking at the numbers, n_gga, i feel amazing
i’ll call michael jordan up and mike will make it
i’m the young rap n_gga with the ‘melo deal
you need to come to ovo for a better deal
just know a million ain’t sh_t once you get a mil’
and n_ggas say it’s all good
that’s how you better feel, n_gga, nah
f_ck that, this year i’m talking big stuff
rolling through the city like a young n_gga bricked up
f_ck n_ggas gon’ be f_ck n_ggas, that’s why we never gave a f_ck, when a f_ck n_gga switched up, d_mn
[chorus: future & juicy j]
talkin’ ’bout you poppin’ tags, n_gga, you ain’t bought sh_t
talkin’ ’bout a hundred bottles, n_gga, you ain’t popped sh_t
all you talk ‘nana clips, n_gga, you ain’t shot sh_t
spending money on these hoes, n_gga, you ain’t f_ck sh_t (mike will made_it, let’s get it)

[verse 2: juicy j]
if money talk then your pockets ain’t saying sh_t
i’m in the bathroom getting head from yo’ b_tch
and i ain’t paying her sh_t
you want beef? you don’t know who you playing with (hey)
i tell my pilot to land the jet (hey)
i’m hopping off, get ’em, we popping off (hey)
give a cl!ck and you n_ggas dead where you standing at (hey)
i’m just a trippy n_gga smoking on cabbage
your money funny like jim carrey
i got a b_tch and she super bad like halle
and we still keeping that white like barry
i’m a rich n_gga, still keep a pistol with me
n_gga, you ain’t f_ckin’ with a picture of me
i got all this cake and shooters with me
just in case you p_ssy n_ggas try to get you a piece
what it is, my n_gga? what it’s hittin’ for? (hey)
where the car you were whippin’ in you video? (hey)
where the ice at, n_gga? where them pretty hoes? (hey)
you a fraud, real n_ggas already know (hey)
broke_ass n_ggas, i can’t stand ’em (hey)
i hit ’em with the cannon
i’m buying off the mall at random (hey)
juicy j, that n_gga fresh to death (hey)
smoke it ’til it’s nothing left
peel off, then i’m ghost in my phantom
[chorus: future]
talkin’ ’bout you poppin’ tags, n_gga, you ain’t bought sh_t
talkin’ ’bout a hundred bottles, n_gga, you ain’t popped sh_t
all you talk ‘nana clips, n_gga, you ain’t shot sh_t
spending money on these hoes, n_gga, you ain’t f_ck sh_t

[verse 3: diddy & future]
i ain’t tryna hear a whole bunch of that (sh_t)
about how many bodies you caught (sh_t)
my n_ggas is real thug n_ggas, them real n_ggas don’t talk
worldstar n_ggas get caught, wavin’ all them guns at the cameras
grown ass n_gga, you ain’t bout to shoot (sh_t), you don’t do (sh_t)
you just think it’s cool (sh_t) to move bricks
real n_ggas do it cause they got to
i know them real n_ggas and it’s not you
and if they see yo’ ass round here frontin’
real shooter be somewhere and shot you
man, get the f_ck out the booth poppin’ that (sh_t)
corny ass n_gga just talkin’ that (sh_t)
heard about it, read about it, never been around it
but you think ya soft ass give somebody that (sh_t)
how you movin’ round with your hoe?
you ain’t even stickin’ to the code
you don’t even represent the life right
p_ssy n_gga sleepin’ with a night light
comin’ for your head like fight night
i can get anything done for the right price, boy
(bad boy)
take that
[chorus: future]
talkin’ ’bout you poppin’ tags, n_gga, you ain’t bought sh_t
talkin’ ’bout a hundred bottles, n_gga, you ain’t popped sh_t
all you talk ‘nana clips, n_gga, you ain’t shot sh_t
spending money on these hoes, n_gga, you ain’t f_ck sh_t

[verse 4: schoolboy q]
frontin’ like you really on that bullsh_t
gun him down, make a motherf_cker do a full flip, chip chip
n_gga really really on that crip sh_t
bisquick whip, whip, whip, n_gga, move it!
got the toolie, yeah, the piece, i’mma use it
n_gga ruthless, leave a chump n_gga toothless
tell him “smooches”, got that white girl
get a tan when i ice her, arm and hammer
mixin’ venom like a viper, you the buyer
i’m the n_gga with the fire, you’s a minor
now i’m major with the paper, coppin’ acres
overseas like a sailor, you a hater
and your daddy in the same boat, you a busta when ya chain go
pourin’ syrup on my eggo, four liters for the eight though
to the face, now the day slow, you’s a fruity lil’ rainbow
real n_gga, call me django, fifty seconds till the say low
wild bucks shootin’ halos, every pocket got a bank roll
i don’t think you really understand me (stand me)
groovy q ain’t keep the nose candy (candy)

[verse 5: future]
bought the hoe a hundred pair of red bottoms (sh_t)
that’s a quarter milli’ on a hand job, my n_gga
brrt, stick ’em (a’ight)
f_ck you and every n_gga came with ya (f_ck ’em)
go and put a n_gga on a picture (f_ck ’em)
go and put a n_gga on a t_shirt (t_shirt)
back in the day, when a n_gga sell dope (ayy)
i’ma slap your daddy out and then put him in a hole (sh_t)
glock 40, woo (turn up, turn up)
my ambitions as a rider (rider)
sippin’ on lean, getting higher (sprite)
n_gga, i’m a codeine buyer
no, you not a foreign whip driver (no, sir)
shout out to the shooters and the shooters only (yes, sir)
you never walk around with a lot of money (yes, sir)
hundred dollars fallin’ all out your pocket (woo)
when you hit ’em in the head, can you keep it solid? (woo)
bulletproof whip, we’ll blow it up (woo)
like some raw uncut dope, blow it up (yeah)
represent your gang, n_gga, throw it up (yeah)
i don’t give a f_ck where you at, n_gga, throw it up

[chorus: future]
talkin’ ’bout you poppin’ tags, n_gga, you ain’t bought sh_t
talkin’ ’bout a hundred bottles, n_gga, you ain’t popped sh_t
all you talk ‘nana clips, n_gga, you ain’t shot sh_t
spending money on these hoes, n_gga, you ain’t f_ck sh_t

[verse 6: pastor troy]
y’all ain’t crunk like me, y’all ain’t bout sh_t
ak_47 and that ruger and some other sh_t
pt cruiser, n_gga, do a n_gga, who the n_gga?
i’m so ratchet with that plastic
sh_t get drastic, leave him in the casket
now my n_gga mike will giving me a chill pill
but a n_gga crunk still, plenty n_ggas got k!lled
i don’t give a f_ck though, still got some ammo
dressed in camo, represent atlanta, hoe
pastor disaster back like the rapture
don’t let me catch you, hoe, i’m coming at you
bap on my shoulder, pocket full of doja
keep my composure, f_ck pulling over
brrrrr, stick ’em, f_ck the n_ggas with them
i’m gonna get them, promise i’mma hit them
pastor disaster, get off my d_ck
i be clean from my cup to my kicks
foreign, how i like my b_tch
y’all, n_ggas, ain’t, sh_t

[verse 7: jeezy]
made the forbes and i’m straight up outta projects
still running with them n_ggas with that work check
it go “brrrrrrrr” with the chopper
that’s the only way the p_ssy ‘posed to stop you
pour out a little liquor, one in every got a ghetto
stack a twenty dollar bill, n_gga, tall as carmelo
winter olympic games and the categories caine
bet you one f_ckin’ thing, i’ll win a gold medal
why you actin’ like a b_tch? lil jon, my n_gga
don’t you ever doubt me, i’m like lebron, my n_gga
i ain’t takin’ no shorts, b_tch, i hit it with the fork
f_ck a wrist game, use my whole arm, my n_gga
snowman, b_tch, y’all know me
fourth quarter pressure on ’em like kobe
act like my sh_t don’t stink, pocket feel like a bank
neck lookin’ like a forty ounce of o.e
tell me why my album selling, they ain’t murder me yet
if they do, bury me in a burgundy ‘vette
talk behind my back, you could hate me all you want
but them same f_ck n_ggas ain’t shot sh_t yet
yeah, you see me on gangland, as real as it get
they just rappin’ about it, i was livin’ that sh_t, straight up

[bridge: t.i.]
this for my n_ggas when they walk up out the house, they (turn it)
f_ck what ya mouth say (turn it, turn it)

[verse 8: t.i. & future]
fully automatic rifle, hundred round drum on it with a scope
i done had that, n_gga (brrrrrrr, stick ’em)
i ain’t playing with these n_ggas, just k!ll ’em, turn it
n_gga talk sh_t, i’ll blast that n_gga
shoot his ass right in front his homeboys
k!ll the party, drove off and then stab that n_gga
everyone vicinity hear the boy hoe noise
i’m the zone 1 king, from a whole one thing
threw a hundred on it, shawty, i was doing my thing
you tryna get a million, i done did that
ayy, keep it pimpin’, keep a ticket where i live at
ayy, listen, sucka, i got nothin’ for you, but a new coffin
i’ll shoot you walkin’ ‘fore you get through talkin’, n_gga
catch me walkin’ in your hood, trench coat swingin’
mask on, step up on your front porch bangin’
them bankhead n_ggas, they a motherf_cker, ain’t they?
i’m the realest, richest n_gga that you know today famous
catch you flaggin’ in your hood and you wanna be a gangsta
in you skinny jeans in arenas entertainin’
no matter how you paint it, better see the big picture
i’ll get you, n_gga, wit’ you, then hit you n_gga

- mike will made it

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