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mike will made-it - come down lyrics

[intro: chief keef]
sosa baby
ear drummers
bang, bang, bang
mike will made-it

[hook: chief keef]
i flaunt it, i bought it, i talk it, i walk it
only thing i worship is the lord and this .40
please, do not confront me if you ain’t talkin’ money
take a little bitty sip, though i’m already foggy
let it rain, yeah, they all fall down
all come down
i’d be insane to complain, baby
i’m so high, i don’t wanna come down

[verse 1: chief keef]
sosa baby, gbe baby
hopped out the car smellin’ like a skunk
and i’m cleaned up, somethin’ like a mop
trap w-ngin’, somethin’ like a trunk
and i stand tall, somethin’ like a dunk
talkin’ ’bout the money, talkin’ ’bout the “fffrrr-beep”
hey baby, you know what the f-ck you do to me?
i’m ridin’ with my shooter, he won’t hesitate to squeeze
any homie, you what the f-ck he do for me
fifty stuffed up in my balmains
and what i’m totin’, the sawed-off thang
knock you down, like a chiraq blackhawks game
i ain’t never had nothin’

[verse 2: swae lee]
talk about a come up
me and my young bulls playin’ with a lump sum (d-mn)
n-ggas that owe me always trying to avoid me
clutching my .40 and f-ckin’ with lil’ shorty (ayy)
they wanna gossip all through the day
meanwhile, we flossin’ every way (way)
forget what it’s costin’
we get it right back when we lost it
my g.i. joe got the mac incase they wanna cross me (hey)
being impatient got me a new spot that’s sp-cious (woo, yeah)
and i don’t test drive the sedan, i take it (i take it)
i wanna shine, i wanna rub it in their faces (faces)

[hook: chief keef]
yeah, i flaunt it, i bought it, i talk it, i walk it
only thing i worship is the lord and this .40
please, do not confront me if you ain’t talkin’ money
take a little bitty sip, though i’m already foggy
let it rain, yeah, they all fall down
all come down
i’d be insane to complain, baby
i’m so high, i don’t wanna come down

[verse 3: slim jxmmi]
all of these b-tches call me big daddy
do so much sh-t in kod, they callin’ me trick daddy
moncler with louboutin, yeah, i mismatch it (skrrt)
you can tell i’m a rich n-gga by lookin’ at me (uncle jxmmi)
i’m just chillin’, my n-gga, my diamonds dancin’
you know i shop on rodeo, i’m never tacky (ooh)
i’m paper chasing ’til they put me in a casket
i swear them hundreds singin’ to me like a ballad (woo)
when i get that murciélago, i’ma drive it like a audi (woo)
i pay my t-thes with these strippers, yeah (i pay my t-thes)
i’m tryin’ to die a f-ckin’ billionaire (i’m tryna die rich)
balmains, got like every pair (yeah)
on top, i ain’t goin’ anywhere

- mike will made it lyrics

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