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Mike Will Made It
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Shit Megamix
[with Future]
[Hook:Future] Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought shit Talking bout a hunned bottles, nigga you ain't popped shit All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shot shit Spending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit
[Verse 1: Drake] Took niggas out the hood like I'm from there So you know it's all good when I come there I hear you talk about your city like you run that And I brought my tour to your city, you my son there nigga But I had to come through for the remix On my haven't done a verse in 8 weeks shit And if a nigga say my name, he the hot shit But if I say the nigga name, he still the hot shit Fucked up, lucky I don't feed into the gossip Niggas act like they don't know, but they should know Yeah, I just think it's funny how they dangling the bait But I'm the one that's killing niggas on the hooks though And niggas ain't got a grill, still ice grill hating I know y'all already know Mike Will Made It Just looking at the numbers, nigga, I feel amazing I call Michael Jordan up and mike will make it I'm the young rap nigga with the 'Melo deal You need to come to OVO for a better deal Just know a million ain't shit once you get a mill And niggas say it's all good, that's how you better feel Nigga nah, fuck that, this year I'm talking big stuff Rolling through the city like a young nigga bricked up Fuck niggas gon' be fuck niggas That's why we never give a fuck when a fuck nigga switched up
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Juicy J] If money talk then your pockets ain't saying shit I'm in the bathroom getting head from your bitch And I ain't paying her shit You want beef? You don't know who you playing with I tell my pilot to land the jet I'm hopping off, get 'em, we popping off Give a click and you niggas dead where you standing at I'm just a trippy nigga smoking on cabbage Your money funny like Jim Carrey I got bitches that's super bad like Halle And we still keeping that white like Barry I'm a rich nigga, still keep a pistol with me Nigga you ain't fuckin' with a picture of me I got all this cake and shooters with me Just in case you pussy niggas try to get you a piece What it is, my nigga? What it's hittin' for? Where the car you were whippin' in the video? Where is the ice at? Where is them pretty hoes? You a fraud, real niggas already know Broke ass niggas I can't stand them I hit 'em with the cannon I buying out the mall at random Juicy J that nigga is fresh to death Smoke till there is nothing left Bail off and then I'm ghost in my Phantom
[Hook]
[Verse 3] Ain't tryna hear a whole bunch of that (shit) about how many bottles you ? My niggas is real thug niggas, them real niggas don't talk Worldstar niggas get caught, waving all them guns at the cameras ? ass nigga, you ain't 'bout this true shit, you don't do shit, you just think it's cool shit to move bricks Real niggas do it cause they got to, I know them real niggas and it's not you And if they see your ass 'round here fronting, real shooter be ? and shot you Man get the fuck out ?, corny ass nigga just talking Heard about it, read about it, never been around it, but you think you're so ? Why you moving 'round with your ho, you ain't even sticking to the code You don't even represent the life right, pussy nigga sleeping with a night light Coming for your head life fight night, I can get anything done for the right price, boy
[Hook]
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