paroles de chanson Make It Out - Nay Hundo

Look

Born to this paper
I got to get paper
That cash route
Head of the line
And I'm blind to the shit
That you talking bout
Repping my hood
And I'm repping
My hood to the bone
Top of the line
It's my time and
I tell 'em it's on
Did that on purpose
I had to go cuss
That lil bitch out
Run with the workers
Can't mess with no bitches
That'll bitch out
All in my bag and
I'm bagging em Louis Vuitton
Come fuck with me baby
You'll see the type shit
That I'm on

Mommy got you son'd
I ain't got no kids
So don't treat
Me like I'm one
Lately I've been
On my shit
I can't believe
What I've become
Aye Aye
Flexing on these hoes
Look what I've done Ok
Okay
Let you know how it go
Baby I'm just saying
Lead them on by
Examples that
I've been setting
No settling
I've been on
A progression
Do baby due
For a blessing

Watch just what I do
How I finesse it
Please don't hit my line
Asking them questions
You bad
You got em babe
With no asking
This ya song
I feel it baby
You repping
On my own
I got to make
This shit happen
Oh no no no no
Baby ain't no distractions
Doing my lil dance
Get it babe
Going do it nay
Rip my friends
In the grave
Just took em away

Youngin out here
On her grind
I got to get paid
I ain't really
Got no time
For your display
Want it Ima take it
I strip you low and
Get naked
I started from the basement
My verses will
Have you shaking now
Flexing on your broad
I might just go head
And take her out
Round of applause
Nay baby
Yeah you going

Make it out
Make it out
Make it out
Make it out
Aye
Make it out

And this right here
Is the intro
I got to make it out
I got to do it
For my fam
I got to do it
For my fans
I got to get
These bands baby
It's only right
I got to
This what I'm
Going to do
I got to do it
I got to stick
To the plan
I got to stay
Focused out here
I can't be fucking
Around with these
Lame ass niggahs
These weak ass bitches
I got to do it for me
Let's get it
Nay Baby