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mike will made-it - someone to love lyrics

[hook: 2 chainz]
i had to give these hoes
i had to give these hoes someone to love
i said i had to give these hoes
i had to give these hoes someone to love
this what i’m doin’
this what i’m doin’, it’s easier than drugs
i said this what i’m doin’
this what i’m doin’, it’s easier than drugs
i had to give these hoes
i had to give these hoes someone to love
i said i had to give these hoes
i had to give these hoes someone to love
this what i’m doin’
this what i’m doin’, it’s easier than drugs
i said this what i’m doin’
this what i’m doin’, it’s easier than drugs

[verse 1: 2 chainz]
from a p in the pot
type of n-gga, used to sleep on a cot
type of n-gga, used to get it and go
you the type that sold a ki to a cop
type of n-gga, have your b-tch in my spot
i’m the type to tie her feet in a knot
type of n-gga, turned a dream to a g
type of n-gga, turned that g to a drop
turn around and take a p on the lot
used to say, “give me codeine on the rocks”
used to say, “kiss it one time” cause that coochie was stankin’
i sprayed some febreze on the box, weed in my socks
picture of me with a block on the block
picture me rollin’
if i get gunned down today
your picture they gon’ be holdin’
pick up the paper, custodian
your b-tch about to get stolen, now it is a wrap
talkin’ aluminum foil
tat-tat-tat-tat, what the f-ck? shoot a n-gga playin’ tunk
show me a b-tch that is loyal
i could sell her desert soil
love me or love me not
you cannot go to my mama’s spot

[verse 2: cap-1]
i’m the type to put the ki on the block
i’m the type to be the king of the spot
push b-tton, ain’t no key for the drop
tatted my body, i think that i’m pac
got these b-tches fallin’ through to give me the box
bet you n-ggas wonder how i did it
fell in love with sellin’ drugs and then i went and got a plug
and i made a little bit of money, spendin’ hundred thousand limits
i had to give these hoes
i had to give these hoes someone to love
took them 5s and 10s and 20s, added it up
took them 50s, 100s, then i went to the club
they can see what i’m doin’
see what i’m doin’, it’s easier than drugs
in the kitchen water whippin’, flippin’ pigeons
double the digits, the blue money come
got the forgiatto on that new gallardo
blowin’ avocado, ridin’ through chicago
got the double cup and lean in baby bottle
got the shooters with me, black mercedes follow
shoe cost a bando
rest in peace nando
my b-tch came from cuba, the weed from cali
but my plug mexicano

[verse 3: skooly]
i do this sh-t for my people now
they say young skay got the ether now
i’m sellin’ this sh-t like it’s legal now
i’m comin’ back to the teacher now
we’re not the same, i’m a creature now
came a long way from them regals now
how he hop out of two seaters now?
that’s what them b-tches be sayin’
that’s what them n-ggas be sayin’
but hate is an ugly trait
you want somethin’ salty go sh-t in your hand
shout out to cap and his b-tch
he got me whippin’ my wrist in a glad
look like i’m whippin’ my wrist in a glad
all yellow rollie, is p-ss on my hand
i never listen to man
god told me “give ’em the truth”, i’ve just been spittin’ the truth
that sh-t you’re spittin’ ain’t true
i’m just a product, can prove
i’m somethin’ ill in the booth
i’m known to k!ll in the booth, i’m known to spill in the booth
see i keep it better, i’ll never talk to a pillar
and i cannot talk to these n-ggas, so

- mike will made it lyrics

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