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dave east - made me lyrics

[intro: dj drama]
-breathing-
you hear that?
it’s a breath of fresh air

[verse 1: dave east and (dj drama)]
arguing over status, i’m talking static
in harlem we all are savage
no problem to park in traffic
off the package, walk ya palace
leave ’em walking backward
juice bar visits for walking backwards
shots to rip apart your mattress
like keenan ivory all my brothers get chicken
picking b-tches to pitch it, come get it, we live expensive
get tickets, never paid attention, get warrants, f-ck it
like f-ck the district, p-ss on a prescient
gun is heavy you couldn’t lift it
cruise like penelope, jealousy i could taste it
call up sav for the cases, no talking feel like a mason
illuminati in my mind, soul, and my body
post up in ya mother lobby, a couple bricks from papi
n-ggas talking ’bout they got it, bet you all them n-ggas broke
treat em like an eighth of sour i get all them n-ggas smoked
took a picture if they sniffers i get all them b-tches c0ke
play the center tryna ball i’ll knock ’em off right in the post

[hook: makarel]
i swear them streets made me
i’m grinding hard like the 80’s
i swear the sh-t that drive you crazy, oh baby
i’m just getting to it clocking in for the money
’cause i remember days when a n-gga stayed bummy
now the all the hoes on my d-ck, now the sh-t is funny
but honestly all they get is d-ck from me

[verse 2: dave east]
black and red jordan sixes, a couple florida b-tches
asking n-ggas to clip ’em couldn’t afford the biscuit
had enough for some chicken couldn’t afford the biscuit
seen a body drop right in front of me, made me more religious
order pigeons that’s bird, sat by the curb
lot of foreigns we swerve, older b-tches say i curve
my word, i got that hustle in me
these little n-ggas is shooting, not tryna knuckle with me
back block with an old smith and a couple 50s
tryna get it true harlem n-gga i love the city
water pitcher n-ggas move dasani
we got ya building on fire you better move ya mommy
your gps can’t locate me it take a crew to find me
80s baby grew in the 90s f-ck giuliani
made a couple thousand and blew it, i bet i make it back
sell the whole thing take straight cash and make it stack
sleep on the guard if you’re tired i’ll help you take a nap

[hook: makarel and (dave east)]
i swear them streets made me
i’m grinding hard like the 80’s
i swear the sh-t that drive you crazy, oh baby
i’m just getting to it clocking in for the money
’cause i remember days when a n-gga stayed bummy
now the all the hoes on my d-ck, now the sh-t is funny
but honestly all they get is d-ck from me

[outro: dj drama]
(gangsta)
how’s that feel?
made in harlem, new york city
dave east
hate me now n-ggas

- dave east lyrics

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