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Paroles de la chanson Make a Wish par YBN Nahmir
(Jordan)
I said, "Fuck it", I grabbed the MAC right off the dresser
Looking for my victim, feeling paranoid 'cause the reaper calling
I could tell all he seen was black
When this five-double-O hit him from close range, I had him falling back
Go with your move and you gon' see
I'm still digging up all these hoes, my house starting to stink from my dead enemies
I take a sip and then I ride
AK-47 chop your mama into pieces, have you crying for weeks
They know I'm all about that 187
I said, "Fuck it", I grabbed the MAC right off the dresser
Looking for my victim, feeling paranoid 'cause the reaper calling
I could tell all he seen was black
When this five-double-O hit him from close range, I had him falling back
Go with your move and you gon' see
I'm still digging up all these hoes, my house starting to stink from my dead enemies
I take a sip and then I ride
AK-47 chop your mama into pieces, have you crying for weeks
They know I'm all about that 187
Hit the lights at 3:00 and send them demons on niggas
Ayy, without this pole, I spit straight facts
Four hollow tips to that nigga back
But I ain't gon' speak on that
Niggas know we put them guns in the hood
Before a nigga had some money, fame, was chopping your hood
Before a nigga had some money, I was knocking your bitches
Two Glock 40s with a thirty, I was shooting that bitch
Everybody hide when we slide
I got some demons on my soul, there's angels talking when I ride
Don't make them killers pop up and hit a nigga's shit
Ayy, without this pole, I spit straight facts
Four hollow tips to that nigga back
But I ain't gon' speak on that
Niggas know we put them guns in the hood
Before a nigga had some money, fame, was chopping your hood
Before a nigga had some money, I was knocking your bitches
Two Glock 40s with a thirty, I was shooting that bitch
Everybody hide when we slide
I got some demons on my soul, there's angels talking when I ride
Don't make them killers pop up and hit a nigga's shit
I be in that field, I be taking risks
Ayy, I be in that field, I be taking shit
Nigga try to play with me, I'ma kill his kid
Bitch, you shouldn't have fucked with the bossest bitch
All these chains on my neck, I wish a nigga would
Pistol, AR, up in the Maybach
Nigga flexing all that bread and I'ma take that
All my opps dead, I got 'em smacked off a PayPal
Niggas talking pounds, I got that bread on that Cash App
A young nigga, smooth like a nigga should be
OG, young nigga but I'm stacking blue cheese
I wish they would try to play me like a kitchen cabinet
But whole time, they ain't on shit
'Cause when them .223s hit a young nigga whip
Ayy, I be in that field, I be taking shit
Nigga try to play with me, I'ma kill his kid
Bitch, you shouldn't have fucked with the bossest bitch
All these chains on my neck, I wish a nigga would
Pistol, AR, up in the Maybach
Nigga flexing all that bread and I'ma take that
All my opps dead, I got 'em smacked off a PayPal
Niggas talking pounds, I got that bread on that Cash App
A young nigga, smooth like a nigga should be
OG, young nigga but I'm stacking blue cheese
I wish they would try to play me like a kitchen cabinet
But whole time, they ain't on shit
'Cause when them .223s hit a young nigga whip
He dead and you can not bring him back
Put him in that casket, you got his mama sad
I ain't no bitch 'cause I'ma take that risk
I don't fuck with FNs, I got Glocks on my hip
I'll have them shooters laying in your grass
It ain't no whip that we don't know
They get to running when I bounce out with that four-four
I hit that nigga with this chopper in his damn nose
I know his big brother hella mad
Then why you ain't stand up on that business, nigga?
These niggas really bitches, swear to God, I can feel it
Get that nigga get back, you still gon' get clapped
You say that one more time, bitch, you still gon' get clapped
Put him in that casket, you got his mama sad
I ain't no bitch 'cause I'ma take that risk
I don't fuck with FNs, I got Glocks on my hip
I'll have them shooters laying in your grass
It ain't no whip that we don't know
They get to running when I bounce out with that four-four
I hit that nigga with this chopper in his damn nose
I know his big brother hella mad
Then why you ain't stand up on that business, nigga?
These niggas really bitches, swear to God, I can feel it
Get that nigga get back, you still gon' get clapped
You say that one more time, bitch, you still gon' get clapped
They know I roll that nigga every day up in the tree
Two bands for a body, I'ma catch him in the streets
Everybody hide when we slide
I got some demons on my soul, there's angels talking when I ride
Don't make them killers pop up and hit a nigga's shit
I be in that field, I be taking risks
Ayy, I be in that field, I be taking shit
Nigga try to play with me, I'ma kill his kid
Bitch, you shouldn't have fucked with the bossest bitch
All these chains on my neck, I wish a nigga would
Two bands for a body, I'ma catch him in the streets
Everybody hide when we slide
I got some demons on my soul, there's angels talking when I ride
Don't make them killers pop up and hit a nigga's shit
I be in that field, I be taking risks
Ayy, I be in that field, I be taking shit
Nigga try to play with me, I'ma kill his kid
Bitch, you shouldn't have fucked with the bossest bitch
All these chains on my neck, I wish a nigga would
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