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make amends - connie diiamond lyrics

[chorus: don q]
make the money, i ain’t into makin’ friends
they were sayin’ f*ck me, now they wanna make amends
it’s a gatherin’, let the gangstas and playas in (playas in)
and the bad b*tches that really don’t [?]

[verse 1: connie diiamond]
you could find me wherever you find the money at
my hittas in the field full o’ green like runnin’ backs
i touch down, delivery, clean a hun’ed pack
the yayo said somethin’ to me, no money back
but we ain’t sippin’ no waukesha
just a pre*roll o’ smoke, then, “¡hasta la vista!”
been that b*tch, everyday my drip look like eastеr
still won’t miss, and i’m chargin’ n*ggas tax on features
i don’t g*ngb*ng, but i be with cuz likе skeeter
h*lla rich, and i still be in the trap like beepers, b*tch
if i ever catch a charge, i’ll plead the fifth
you’ll be in the er if i need the lyft
rather k!ll her with punchlines
bobbin’ and weave when they think they can touch mine
b*tches start to bitin’ when you tell ’em it’s crunch time
[?] skip the lunch line
i’m pourin’ it, n*gga

[verse 2: don q]
i’m the type o’ playa that’ll pick up a b*tch with another b*tch
and have ’em both tongue kissin’ the d*ck
love my shooter ’cause he always come in cool with the clips
watch him move, well he gon’ have you runnin’ sprints in this b*tch
might pour a eighth to the face
my homie came home from a body because them people ain’t had a trace for a case
watch how he movin’, i can tell a snake by his pace
hit up the viewin’, i have my lil ones wait by your wake
middle of the jungle, i let my jewelry floss out
old b*tches tryna come through nowadays, but they lost out
shawty, i’m tryna f*ck you, let them [?] get tossed out
her hair on like rapunzel and i’m pullin’ it all out
they tried to replace it, but they only copied and paste
i had to get low, i only play the block [?]
plus, my face probably known by every cop in the state
and what they make in a year, i go and drop on a brick, b*tch!
[chorus: don q & connie diiamond]
make the money, i ain’t into makin’ friends
they were sayin’ f*ck me, now they wanna make amends
it’s a gatherin’, let the gangstas and playas in (playas in)
and the bad b*tches that really don’t [?]
look, make the money, i ain’t into makin’ friends
they were sayin’ f*ck me, now they wanna make amends
it’s a gatherin’, let the gangstas and playas in (playas in)
and the bad b*tches that really don’t [?]

- connie diiamond lyrics

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