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• Artiste: Famous Dex
• Titre: Made Up
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It’s the kid Hood Rich Pablo Juan Know what the fuck goin' on, man Checkin' in with my brothers from the Chi Chilander shit, man, DJ Shon, nigga Don't play, nigga, [?] respect Stop hatin', nigga, need to get your bread up Know what I'm sayin' My real name is—I don't wanna say shit (skrr, hold on, yeah, what) Stop hatin', nigga, need to get your bread up (get your what) A bad bitch, she give me head [?] (I ain't what) I'm runnin' to the bag, [?], bruh (skrr, Dexter, yeah, what) Stop hatin', boy, you need to get your bread up (what, yeah) A bad bitch, she give me head [?] I’m runnin' to the bag, I had to bag it up (I had to bag it up) Got these stars in the roof, it ain't made up (skrr skrr skrr) Stop hatin', boy, you need to get your bread up (what, yeah) A bad bitch, she gave me head [?] I’m runnin' to the bag, I had to bag it up (I had to bag it up) Got these stars in the roof, it ain't made up (uh, Dexter, yeah, what, ooh) Stop hatin', boy, you need to get your bread up (need to get your bread up) I got a bad bitch, she give me head, she bag it up (she give me head, she what) Runnin' to the money, had to bag it up (I had to what) Got a foreign with me, you know this bitch a Bentley truck (skrr skrr skrr) Yeah, hatin' on me, that's a foul (hatin' on a what) I got your bitch, I smoke your [?] like Black & Milds (skrr) Yeah, hatin' on me, that's a foul (hatin' on a what, skrr) Yeah, hatin' on me, that's a foul (hatin' on a what, skrr) Yeah, hatin' on me, that's a foul (hatin' on a what) I got your bitch, I smoke your [?] like Black & Milds She a hater, she ain't [?] She a hater, she ain't [?] (she a hater, what) Geekin' on the stage, I pop a molly, then go wild I can't trust nobody, I'm paranoid, might shoot the crowd (bow, bow, bow) Yeah, spray the whole crowd, I don't give a fuck (yeah) I was broke as fuck, now a nigga bag it up (yeah, Dexter) Stop hatin', boy, you need to get your bread up (what, yeah) A bad bitch, she gave me head [?] (she gave me what) I’m runnin' to the bag, I had to bag it up (Dexer, what) Got these stars in the roof, it ain't made up (skrr skrr skrr) Stop hatin', boy, you need to get your bread up (what, yeah) A bad bitch, she gave me head [?] I’m runnin' to the bag, I had to bag it up (oh man) Got these stars in the roof, it ain't made up (oh man god damn)