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mike will made-it - that got damn (freestyle) lyrics

[verse 1: swae lee]
in the sp-ceman coupe when a n-gga ridin’ ’round, flyin’ saucer
4 hoes on my d-ck cause a n-gga look like big poppa
got the ice on my neck and a b-tch look like ghost rider
she five minutes in, hit the d-ck, now a b-tch dumbfounded
young n-gga hit the block and came back with the fat pockets
got a bad -ss b-tch and she eat a d-ck like a gobstopper
hundred k on the neck and a n-gga feel like big poppa
stepped out of the whip and a n-gga looked like big poppa
these f-ck -ss n-ggas run around and they d-ck hoppin’
i’m the same young n-gga back then, i ain’t ever clique hoppin’
got a bad -ss b-tch on my d-ck and she wanna see my wallet
keep your eyes to yourself, young b-tch you don’t need to see my pocket
ice all over my neck and my b-tch look like ghost rider
hit the club, smoke some weed, hit the lean, now a n-gga on fire
young n-gga came through a n-gga never could’ve came harder
five chains on the neck, godd-mn feel like a f-ckin’ spartan
got the shield and the sword, now a n-gga feel like he a spartan
three hundred on his neck, goddam n-gga feel like moonwalkin’
pull up, stingray, godd-mn, look like a flyin’ saucer
bad b-tch on the d-ck and she eat a d-ck just like sausage

[verse 2: jace]
all in the coupe and i’m all in some coogi
goddam i’m feelin’ like biggie
b-tch in my booth and we might make a movie
godd-mn i feel like swizzy
b’s in here and i feel like bizzy, c’s in here and i feel like 50
ceej in red, lightskinmac in blue
got a whole bunch of g’s with me
bustin’ a ‘rillo, i’m rollin’ a ‘rillo
i’m sorry it took me so long, it was sticky
k!llin’ these n-ggas ain’t nothing much really
all of the n-ggas that’s real, they gon’ feel me
got a b-tch on ice, somethin’ like d’usse
magic city monday money, i’ma throw it all on a tuesday
put dope on a n-gga, smoke on it
dope dun-ta-duns, 400, still blunted, who want it?
you could never have a mil’, nah i’m ’bout to be worth a mil’
pop a few pills and i’m still on ’em
n-gga i’m a real monster
real mobsters watch us cause we bossed up
throwin’ shots up ’til the n-gga unconscious
better keep your girl locked up ‘fore she end up knocked up, n-gga

[verse 3: andrea]
i don’t know your b-tch but the b-tch know me
know these n-ggas out to get me so i stay lowkey
if i want it i can get it, never paid no fee
but i’d be d-mned if a n-gga ever tried to play me
cause i’m on top, got it on lock
tryna beat me, ye ain’t even got a close shot
won’t stop, get the job done then i roll up
if i ain’t the best then i’m creepin’ in the 4 top
tell these b-tches i’ma k!ll ’em every chance i get
gotta make it all back from all the cash i spent
pull up in all black with the windows tint
and i only want the money if the cash came bent
f-ck you sayin’? i’m why they waitin’
those your best friends, b-tch why you fakin’?
got a new n-gga but kids got taken
boss shoes, new bag but house still vacant
godd-mn, i don’t understand
dusty -ss b-tches better learn who i am
sittin’ in my throne, higher than the grand can’
b-tch talkin’ sl1ck, tell her get to steppin’ like pam
i could give a f-ck about you, what your crew done done
if you want it, you can get it, n-gga your option
you lil’ n-ggas all talk, you ain’t ’bout nothin’
set it off in the lot and watch you run, run, n-gga

- mike will made it lyrics

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