Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date
Yeah this new town cannot make
Aimin' at his partner who know he up next
Barely make cash, they wonder, it doesn't #make #the #sense,
Stored in his mind to make,
Of course they all hate
Make like a tree and leave
Steal your love with ease
Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid
Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make
Make the mother fucker melt
I practiced till that shit made perfect
Make the crowd go wild and make em panic
And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
You looking for tools to write and share lyrics online?
You're in luck! Get started using RapPad >