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sh!t (megamix) - mike will made-it lyrics

[intro: diddy & future]
everything you hear
and everything you about to hear
and all the important sh*t you about to hear over the next couple of decades
mike motherf*ckin’ will made*it
ayy
talkin’ ’bout ya bussin’ heads (ayy), n*gga, you ain’t shot sh*t
talkin’ ’bout ya workin’ clips (ayy), n*gga, you ain’t—
ayy (eardrummers)
(mike will made*it)
ayy
oh, you done got and get all them guns, and you ain’t k!lled n0body yet? (ayy)
how many times you shot that motherf*cker, n*gga? (ayy)
ain’t n0body popped up dead (ayy)
thought y’all n*ggas was murderers
sh*t

[chorus: future, future & drake]
talkin’ ’bout you poppin’ tags, n*gga, you ain’t bought sh*t
talkin’ ’bout a hundred bottles, n*gga, you ain’t popped sh*t
all you talk ‘nana clips, n*gga, you ain’t shot sh*t
spending money on these hoes, n*gga, you ain’t f*ck sh*t (ayy)
sh*t
sh*t (ayy)

[verse 1: drake]
took n*ggas 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, n*gga
but i had to come through for the remix
on my haven’t*done*a*verse*in*eight*weeks sh*t
and if a n*gga say my name, he the hot sh*t
but if i say the n*gga name, he still the hot sh*t
f*cked up, lucky i don’t feed into the gossip
n*ggas 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 k!lling n*ggas on the hooks, though
and n*ggas ain’t got a grill, still ice*grill hating
i know y’all already know mike will made*it
just looking at the numbers, n*gga, i feel amazing
i’ll call michael jordan up and mike will make it
i’m the young rap n*gga with the ‘melo deal
you need to come to ovo for a better deal
just know a million ain’t sh*t once you get a mil’
and n*ggas say it’s all good
that’s how you better feel, n*gga, nah
f*ck that, this year i’m talking big stuff
rolling through the city like a young n*gga bricked up
f*ck n*ggas gon’ be f*ck n*ggas, that’s why we never gave a f*ck, when a f*ck n*gga switched up, d*mn
[chorus: future & juicy j]
talkin’ ’bout you poppin’ tags, n*gga, you ain’t bought sh*t
talkin’ ’bout a hundred bottles, n*gga, you ain’t popped sh*t
all you talk ‘nana clips, n*gga, you ain’t shot sh*t
spending money on these hoes, n*gga, you ain’t f*ck sh*t (mike will made*it, let’s get it)

[verse 2: juicy j]
if money talk then your pockets ain’t saying sh*t
i’m in the bathroom getting head from yo’ b*tch
and i ain’t paying her sh*t
you want beef? you don’t know who you playing with (hey)
i tell my pilot to land the jet (hey)
i’m hopping off, get ’em, we popping off (hey)
give a cl!ck and you n*ggas dead where you standing at (hey)
i’m just a trippy n*gga smoking on cabbage
your money funny like jim carrey
i got a b*tch and she super bad like halle
and we still keeping that white like barry
i’m a rich n*gga, still keep a pistol with me
n*gga, you ain’t f*ckin’ with a picture of me
i got all this cake and shooters with me
just in case you p*ssy n*ggas try to get you a piece
what it is, my n*gga? what it’s hittin’ for? (hey)
where the car you were whippin’ in you video? (hey)
where the ice at, n*gga? where them pretty hoes? (hey)
you a fraud, real n*ggas already know (hey)
broke*ass n*ggas, i can’t stand ’em (hey)
i hit ’em with the cannon
i’m buying off the mall at random (hey)
juicy j, that n*gga fresh to death (hey)
smoke it ’til it’s nothing left
peel off, then i’m ghost in my phantom
[chorus: future]
talkin’ ’bout you poppin’ tags, n*gga, you ain’t bought sh*t
talkin’ ’bout a hundred bottles, n*gga, you ain’t popped sh*t
all you talk ‘nana clips, n*gga, you ain’t shot sh*t
spending money on these hoes, n*gga, you ain’t f*ck sh*t

[verse 3: diddy & future]
i ain’t tryna hear a whole bunch of that (sh*t)
about how many bodies you caught (sh*t)
my n*ggas is real thug n*ggas, them real n*ggas don’t talk
worldstar n*ggas get caught, wavin’ all them guns at the cameras
grown ass n*gga, you ain’t bout to shoot (sh*t), you don’t do (sh*t)
you just think it’s cool (sh*t) to move bricks
real n*ggas do it cause they got to
i know them real n*ggas and it’s not you
and if they see yo’ ass round here frontin’
real shooter be somewhere and shot you
man, get the f*ck out the booth poppin’ that (sh*t)
corny ass n*gga just talkin’ that (sh*t)
heard about it, read about it, never been around it
but you think ya soft ass give somebody that (sh*t)
how you movin’ round with your hoe?
you ain’t even stickin’ to the code
you don’t even represent the life right
p*ssy n*gga sleepin’ with a night light
comin’ for your head like fight night
i can get anything done for the right price, boy
(bad boy)
take that
[chorus: future]
talkin’ ’bout you poppin’ tags, n*gga, you ain’t bought sh*t
talkin’ ’bout a hundred bottles, n*gga, you ain’t popped sh*t
all you talk ‘nana clips, n*gga, you ain’t shot sh*t
spending money on these hoes, n*gga, you ain’t f*ck sh*t

[verse 4: schoolboy q]
frontin’ like you really on that bullsh*t
gun him down, make a motherf*cker do a full flip, chip chip
n*gga really really on that crip sh*t
bisquick whip, whip, whip, n*gga, move it!
got the toolie, yeah, the piece, i’mma use it
n*gga ruthless, leave a chump n*gga toothless
tell him “smooches”, got that white girl
get a tan when i ice her, arm and hammer
mixin’ venom like a viper, you the buyer
i’m the n*gga with the fire, you’s a minor
now i’m major with the paper, coppin’ acres
overseas like a sailor, you a hater
and your daddy in the same boat, you a busta when ya chain go
pourin’ syrup on my eggo, four liters for the eight though
to the face, now the day slow, you’s a fruity lil’ rainbow
real n*gga, call me django, fifty seconds till the say low
wild bucks shootin’ halos, every pocket got a bank roll
i don’t think you really understand me (stand me)
groovy q ain’t keep the nose candy (candy)

[verse 5: future]
bought the hoe a hundred pair of red bottoms (sh*t)
that’s a quarter milli’ on a hand job, my n*gga
brrt, stick ’em (a’ight)
f*ck you and every n*gga came with ya (f*ck ’em)
go and put a n*gga on a picture (f*ck ’em)
go and put a n*gga on a t*shirt (t*shirt)
back in the day, when a n*gga sell dope (ayy)
i’ma slap your daddy out and then put him in a hole (sh*t)
glock 40, woo (turn up, turn up)
my ambitions as a rider (rider)
sippin’ on lean, getting higher (sprite)
n*gga, i’m a codeine buyer
no, you not a foreign whip driver (no, sir)
shout out to the shooters and the shooters only (yes, sir)
you never walk around with a lot of money (yes, sir)
hundred dollars fallin’ all out your pocket (woo)
when you hit ’em in the head, can you keep it solid? (woo)
bulletproof whip, we’ll blow it up (woo)
like some raw uncut dope, blow it up (yeah)
represent your gang, n*gga, throw it up (yeah)
i don’t give a f*ck where you at, n*gga, throw it up

[chorus: future]
talkin’ ’bout you poppin’ tags, n*gga, you ain’t bought sh*t
talkin’ ’bout a hundred bottles, n*gga, you ain’t popped sh*t
all you talk ‘nana clips, n*gga, you ain’t shot sh*t
spending money on these hoes, n*gga, you ain’t f*ck sh*t

[verse 6: pastor troy]
y’all ain’t crunk like me, y’all ain’t bout sh*t
ak*47 and that ruger and some other sh*t
pt cruiser, n*gga, do a n*gga, who the n*gga?
i’m so ratchet with that plastic
sh*t get drastic, leave him in the casket
now my n*gga mike will giving me a chill pill
but a n*gga crunk still, plenty n*ggas got k!lled
i don’t give a f*ck though, still got some ammo
dressed in camo, represent atlanta, hoe
pastor disaster back like the rapture
don’t let me catch you, hoe, i’m coming at you
bap on my shoulder, pocket full of doja
keep my composure, f*ck pulling over
brrrrr, stick ’em, f*ck the n*ggas with them
i’m gonna get them, promise i’mma hit them
pastor disaster, get off my d*ck
i be clean from my cup to my kicks
foreign, how i like my b*tch
y’all, n*ggas, ain’t, sh*t

[verse 7: jeezy]
made the forbes and i’m straight up outta projects
still running with them n*ggas with that work check
it go “brrrrrrrr” with the chopper
that’s the only way the p*ssy ‘posed to stop you
pour out a little liquor, one in every got a ghetto
stack a twenty dollar bill, n*gga, tall as carmelo
winter olympic games and the categories caine
bet you one f*ckin’ thing, i’ll win a gold medal
why you actin’ like a b*tch? lil jon, my n*gga
don’t you ever doubt me, i’m like lebron, my n*gga
i ain’t takin’ no shorts, b*tch, i hit it with the fork
f*ck a wrist game, use my whole arm, my n*gga
snowman, b*tch, y’all know me
fourth quarter pressure on ’em like kobe
act like my sh*t don’t stink, pocket feel like a bank
neck lookin’ like a forty ounce of o.e
tell me why my album selling, they ain’t murder me yet
if they do, bury me in a burgundy ‘vette
talk behind my back, you could hate me all you want
but them same f*ck n*ggas ain’t shot sh*t yet
yeah, you see me on gangland, as real as it get
they just rappin’ about it, i was livin’ that sh*t, straight up

[bridge: t.i.]
this for my n*ggas when they walk up out the house, they (turn it)
f*ck what ya mouth say (turn it, turn it)

[verse 8: t.i. & future]
fully automatic rifle, hundred round drum on it with a scope
i done had that, n*gga (brrrrrrr, stick ’em)
i ain’t playing with these n*ggas, just k!ll ’em, turn it
n*gga talk sh*t, i’ll blast that n*gga
shoot his ass right in front his homeboys
k!ll the party, drove off and then stab that n*gga
everyone vicinity hear the boy hoe noise
i’m the zone 1 king, from a whole one thing
threw a hundred on it, shawty, i was doing my thing
you tryna get a million, i done did that
ayy, keep it pimpin’, keep a ticket where i live at
ayy, listen, sucka, i got nothin’ for you, but a new coffin
i’ll shoot you walkin’ ‘fore you get through talkin’, n*gga
catch me walkin’ in your hood, trench coat swingin’
mask on, step up on your front porch bangin’
them bankhead n*ggas, they a motherf*cker, ain’t they?
i’m the realest, richest n*gga that you know today famous
catch you flaggin’ in your hood and you wanna be a gangsta
in you skinny jeans in arenas entertainin’
no matter how you paint it, better see the big picture
i’ll get you, n*gga, wit’ you, then hit you n*gga

- mike will made it lyrics

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