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lirik lagu made men – stunna 4 vegas & skilla baby

[intro: stunna 4 vegas]
(k hendrix cold as a motherf*cker)
i’m a made n*gga, how the f*ck a n*gga made me? (i’m rae rae’s son, n*gga)
(ayy, chriso made this beat)
made n*gga, ain’t no n*gga made me (that’s on my mama, n*gga)
uh, no n*gga made me, n*gga
i’m a made n*gga, how the f*ck a n*gga made me, n*gga?
blllt*blllt (uh), blllt*blllt

[chorus: stunna 4 vegas]
i’m a made n*gga, ain’t no n*gga made me
i’m the dope, for me to speak, they got to pay me
ayy, ho, i’m the g.o.a.t., he play, i put a n*gga eight feet
send lil’ bro to hit your street, yeah, sh*t’ll get creep, yeah
f*ck n*gga play, i bet we beat him like a slave
soon as i signed, i went and bought so many k’s
demon out the window, love to let his chopper spray
show ’em what it’s hittin’ for, we get n*ggas out the way

[verse 1: stunna 4 vegas]
we still recycle throwaways
send a shot, b*tch n*gga, don’t throw no shade
have your mama at the wake, n*gga tryna throw a fade
we leave yellow tape, n*gga go against the grain
we done caused so much of pain
i give a f*ck about some fame, b*tch, my baby mama straight
i go to hard for that pape’, n*gga, know where my son stay
f*ck n*gga playin’ with my blood, it’ll get your blood ate (b*tch n*gga)
[pre*chorus: stunna 4 vegas]
i want him touched, i made that call
i was with my young n*ggas playin’ basketball
meanwhile, lil’ bro tryna knock ’em off
n*gga tryna take somethin’ and get your hand sawed off
b*tch, uh*huh, ayy
i’m a made n*gga, crib came with a maid
if i don’t do nothin’ else, b*tch, i’ma get paid
move wrong and bro’ll put his pistol on you, temp fade
before i be a rap n*gga, i’m back on miller full of weight

[verse 2: sk!lla baby]
n*gga, i ain’t playin’, all my opps gettin’ dropped
if i get locked, i got that lock in the sock
my opps think i’ma stop bein’ hot, but i’m not
last n*gga said i was gon’ get shot got shot, hmm
n*gga, i’m a star, i’ll send n*ggas to h*ll
real street n*gga, boy, i’ll get you hit in jail
free juice, if he get loose (woo, woo), hit you in your roof
a n*gga play with fear or dolla, what you think that i’ma do? (bah, huh? huh?)
i’m goin’ back to my old ways
no face, mask on, it’s gon’ be a cold case
we slide with old k’s, n*gga, we don’t want dracs
if we beefin’, no dates, you gon’ get your ho spanked (huh?)
[pre*chorus: stunna 4 vegas]
touched, i made that call
i was with my young n*ggas playin’ basketball
meanwhile, lil’ bro tryna knock ’em off
n*gga tryna take somethin’ and get your hand sawed off
b*tch, uh*huh, ayy
i’m a made n*gga, crib came with a maid
if i don’t do nothin’ else, b*tch, i’ma get paid
move wrong and bro’ll put his pistol on you, temp fade
before i be a rap n*gga, i’m back on miller full of weight

- stunna 4 vegas skilla baby

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