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lirik lagu don’t make me – joe budden


[verse 1]
top down with the fresh cut
with a. baker (anita baker) through the speakers, ‘best of’
a crisp white tee, i’m still feelin’ dressed up
everythin’ else healthy, don’t get me messed up
a good pair of shades on, you gon always see me in disguise
not for style, i don’t want you to seein’ my eyes
but for now, tell god hurry my plans
cause i just had to bury my man
us two was on some brother sh*t
but if i learned anythin’, if you take life for granted it’ll grant you some other sh*t
i know i can’t be the only one troubled with
i talk ’bout hard sh*t like i discovered it
thought i had enough of it, still won’t cut a wrist
i just wrote the book, he published it
simply read holdin’ back the years
cause when i strayed, it looked like he holdin’ back some tears, he sayin’

[hook]

[verse 2]
sometimes i feel like it’s a ghost behind me
nudge in my back, got the toast behind me
clockin’ my every move, takin’ notes behind me
crowd laughin’, there must be a ‘roast’ behind me
but the boy won’t bend
though the road to the riches is startin’ to look like it don’t end
i’m on 9-5 speedin’, truly love it
no idea where i’m goin’, that’s the beauty of it
but still i’m here waitin’ on a sign
or a f.y.i. to be notified, cause (why)
do it matter what he got it store for n*gg*s if they too broke to buy
i know i want heart, my back carryin’ some tons ya’ll
from the devil’s bedroom on to his front yard
pop up in the backseat and keys the chauffeur
let em know before i hop out with him on my shoulder, i said

[hook]

[verse 3]
wouldn’t be smart to tangle wit ya guardian angel
not when they got a strangle from every angle, head to ankles
get mangled, so i don’t got sh*t
my eyes everywhere, on my stuart scott sh*t
tryin’ to be fly every second that the clock tick
but there’s a suicide bomber in the c*ckpit
see my intent is to be content
but that’s contingent off fly hoe’s usin’ ??
since mama concieved me
me and dude been stuck in a melee
he’s tellin’ me i gotta ball like beasely
but i could give a f*ck how a n*gg* percieves me
so until god retrieves me
i’m followin’ behind the n*gg* that misleads me
if need be, bounce from where he tryin’ to keep me
but everytime i try he tells me that he needs me


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Disclaimer: lirik lagu don't make me - joe budden adalah properti dan hak cipta oleh pemilik / pencipta, dan disajikan untuk tujuan edukasi, promosi dan untuk penggunaan pribadi.


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