drink mre water freestyle remix - ilovemakonnen lyrics
[verse]
i just might pull up on your pack and sell that (critical alert from microsoft)
young n*ggas be talking sh*t, but love my dro, they smell that (your computer has alerted us that it is infected with a virus and spyware)
call me on my old phone, n*gga, i can’t answer
said you smoking on them cigarettes, i hope you dancing
round in the town, with them new things
young boys got blue things
f*ckin’ with some new pills, heard they come from china man
said you got some ecstasy, my n*ggas tryna get next to me
b*tches out here talking sh*t but i’m be in texas, g
all on the weekends, sipping, swerving, leaning ([?])
all my sh*t the best sh*t, n*gga what you meaning
we don’t need no features boy, i’m out here being teacher boy
skyping on your teacher, facetime and snapchat and that (you disgust me)
i be smoking dro, on the pole, what the f*ck you know
i be in the streets, here for shows, tryna get my dough
cause i need more, i need more than these f*cking shows
really tryna’ pay, tryna’ see, 30k a day
back up on the block again, i got some blocks for my friends
they ain’t doing sh*t but hanging out, in the woods trapping
tryna’ make this sh*t, who gives a d*mn about what i’m rapping
long as that money coming back then they be gift wrapping
on christmas trees, god dammit, what you need
i’m that n*gga round the town like frosty
keep that white on my nose, keep that nose on my white
i got a princess, that b*tch look like snow white
cause we ride around with george crew, all my boys like 5’2
all they come around and have that f*ckin’ ak on them too
young n*ggas getting mad cause they be out here losing dads
getting locked in f*ckin’ jail, and they gon’ f*ckin’ break their cell
i’m back up with it too, heard you tryna’ get it too
i got like, 22, left going low for two
if you want them, come and get them cause we really need it
i’m just giving something that, i need boy (crysis club)
young boat party, makonnen like to party
all off out here in the pool, like lombardi
i be out here in new york, n*ggas with your shawty
f*cking with them yankees, motherf*ckers come and saw me
uh, in that drop top, i don’t even drop tops
my friends got bmws that look like sp*ce drops
oh, god d*mn, n*ggas like uncle sam be calling me on my phone (jackpot)
i don’t owe you sh*t, n*gga, i’m just gonna take that sh*t
spend it all on bricks, make it back and probably take a b*tch out to atlanta or i’ll probably be italy
young n*ggas like that pasta, yeah they f*cking cook for me
[outro]
i’m done, hahahah
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