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mikemadebandz & beck1ey - yours sincerely 2 lyrics

[intro: mikemadebandz]
don’t ever try play with me less i turn you n-gg-s sh-t so bl–dy like stop signs
don’t ever speak on my name yeah you n-gg-s are gonna get turned into tampons
yeah they was thinking i’m p-ssy till we pull out the beam like it was a red dot

[verse 1: mikemadebandz]
don’t ever sleep on the gang
though it’s 19 n-gg-s that his b-tch just been dreaming about
look at this b-tch she so basic and broke bet she get her designer from the lost and found (no)
i been busy chasing the bag, the lil bih she worried about f-cking for clout (b-tch!)
i know i’m gone make it, i gotta cash out even if i gotta sell out a few hundid pounds (dope)
he claim that he hearing my shots though but n-gg- the 9mm don’t even make a sound (fuh)
and just because we might’ve f-cked with each other don’t mean i was basic as you (nah)
and just cause a n-gg- been humble don’t mean he ain’t gonna go hercules all up on you (flex)
you had a lil taste of the money now shut the f-ck up b-tch i spent your rent all on my shoes (cash)
my brothers ask me “how you gone let this sh-t out” i tell em imma hit the stu (yeah)
this ain’t no joke no more more like a threat, play with me it’ll be your final laughing mood (gang)
b-tch do not think you could reach me i got necklaces that just cost more than your living room (ice)
don’t need a bodyguard, n-gg- a carpenter trusting he always be keeping a tool (phew)
you dare even speak on maturity least i’m not waiting on momma to feed me some food (oo)
and trust me i got badder b-tches than you’d ever be but deep down i just want me the loot
this ain’t no diss i’m just chasing a bag now don’t be thinking madebandz be rapping bout you (nah)
so don’t be a groupie or act like you know me cause maybe we ended up in the same school

[bridge: mikemadebandz]
don’t ever try play with me less i turn you n-gg-s sh-t so bl–dy like stop signs
don’t ever speak on my name yeah you n-gg-s are gonna get turned into tampons
yeah they was thinking i’m p-ssy till we pull out the beam like it was a red dot

[verse 2: beck1ey]
carrier flip on the roof
you hopped in a moment
i hopped in a booth (booth)
you gave it a reason
i gave it the truth
now pay some attention
i’m still in the mood
dont got an automatic
still fire fast
my cover make a static
it shattered the gl-ss
the vision over me
a matter of fact
we speeding up the lane
we ain’t gonna crash
my brother just copped a patek (phillipe!)
the n-gg- was sliding
that shi was too wet (wet!)
i don’t need no lovin’
just f-ck and forget
try to pull up on us
19 gonna wreck
ain’t got time for drama
or thot like alinity
i won’t make it matter
unless that she into me
don’t ever switch up
that shi— is a sin to me
move like a diva
but crawl like a centipede (ugh)
fake b-tch
-ss made out of rubber (unh!)
try to talk sh-t
but you only stutter
cannot handle getting clout for a lover
ain’t talkin’ to you
i’m just writing a letter
red dead like we all in the ranch
backwoods mike smoking a branch
stutter steppin’, leave em all in a trance
shoot my shot
call me kevin durant
i still gotta land
the cubans too icy
they froze up his hand
he don’t want a bentley
he coppin a lamb
if you tell me you angry
i don’t give a d-mn
the convo ain’t healthy
i’m shouting please help me
but the voices too many
i don’t owe a penny
i don’t need a bentley
lost hope in too many
i’m praying to god
i’m just hoping he hear me
you get it you get me
if you don’t please forget me
i f-ck with some people
i don’t roll with too many
his choppa
they choppa
he looking for drama
he laughing they grinning
till he pop your papa
he leaving them burnin’
you open your eyes
thought he was stunting
he telling you lies
you look at the n-gg-
he told you surprise
and he took out the keys
then took out the ride (yeah!)

[outro: beck1ey]
they called for a session
yeah we made the trip
don’t f-ck with 19
cuz we got all the clips (ah!)
she say she got cl-ss
she got c-m on her lip
you send out a shoota
that n-gg- gone dip (ah!)
he shut down the bank
keep the duffel bag zipped (oh!)
the booth is a tank
we walk out with a lick (yeah)
the pen a bit shifty
but we cleaned the tip
yours sincerely
mike and drip

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