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lirik lagu makeup – brezden

[intro: sample]
no, you say you love me
you cry the long night trough (i got mikey with that fo’sho)
woah

[chorus]
if you got money, but a k up (what?), ballin’ hard, don’t gotta lay up (what?)
if you got money*, okay, let’s go
what?
if you got money, put a k up (okay), ballin’ hard, don’t gotta lay up (what? what?)
okay, let’s go

[verse 1]
if you got money, put a k up (okay)
face f*ck, i’ma f*ck up her makeup (ugh!)
i treat that b*tch like a sl*t, i don’t cake up
i keep a nine in the h like jacob
frownin’ that tape, i’m up late, gotta stay up
jay alexander, won’t stay, gotta pay up
wait up, i’m takin’ [?]
dunkin’ yo’ b*tch but i’m not finna lay up
no, i’m not layin’ up wit’ no sl*t
move like [?], i don’t stay posted up in the cut
[?] if they askin’, and you better keep that sh*t shut
ayy, you say you f*ckin’ wit’ me, what? (what the h*ll?)
[?] lies, there’s no way you’re bein’ serious
whippin’ that skat like it’s fast and the furious
my b*tch be trippin’, think shе an aquarius (huh)
i’m just playin’, that sign sh*t stupid
hit her once, she ain’t minе, i oop it
i could say this ain’t lyin’, then loop it
i could say*i could say this ain’t lyin’, then loop it (d*mn!)
i could get up in the booth, act goofy (what?)
and it’s still better than y’all music (on god)
i’m just playin’ around bein’ stupid (what?)
if you said that you gon’ do somethin’ then do it
[chorus]
if you got money, put a k up (okay)
face f*ck, i’ma f*ck up her makeup (ugh!)
i treat that b*tch like a sl*t, i don’t cake up
i keep a nine in the h like jacob
frownin’ that tape, i’m up late, gotta stay up
jay alexander, won’t stay, gotta pay up
wait up, i’m takin’ [?]
dunkin’ yo’ b*tch but i’m not finna lay up

[verse 2]
okay, i keep a stick out in [?]
i’m turnin’ up, gettin’ high like a cookout
talkin’ my sh*t, i should go put a book out
think wit’ yo’ brain, and that b*tch gettin’ took out
there’s fish in water, i threw me a hook out
i gotta go harder, they say that i stook out (yeah)
they say that i’m chosen and blowin’ my options
got a whole lotta sons, i should do some adoption
i f*ck a b*tch, then i pass her like stockton
ain’t been asleep, i’ve been grindin’, i’m up
i don’t smoke nicotine, too many toxins
i keep a strap, but i’m [?] (no, yeah)
high as f*ck, fell asleep with my crocs in
[?] it, i meant to say i had my crocs on
bad b*tch, she say i’m [?]
she eatin’ chicken, she drown it in hot sauce (let’s go)
yeah, i like my hoes a lil’ ranchy, ghetto
i let my choppa sing like falsetto
[?] gettin’ harder, she rockin’ stillettos
smokin’ on green, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout meadows
you ugly as h*ll, boy, you look like a [?] ([?])
you ugly as h*ll, you look like you eat dirt
when they playin’ my song, bet yo’ b*tch finna twirk
if you play in the store, i’ma do him like kirk, fah!

- brezden

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