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! see the scars 2 - mp makoto lyrics

intro:
yeah
hah
makoto*san
my vision turned bright when i saw all these bands
i might do me a show and dap all of my fans
i got my heart broke in the past just like d*mn
if it weren’t for money; be lost in a trance
my life is a movie; it’s prolly directed by $am
and he say he my twin, i got too many fam
0utc4st on my label, i might as well stick with that brand
i was always a star, but now i can

hook:
hop in a fast car
i cannot catch any feelings so imma do the dash in my nascar
swerve in a ‘rari, b*tch i am not sorry, you cannot get into the push*to*start
f*ck that b*tch, i ain’t never really gave a f*ck about nothing but cash and cars
and i tried to help but you broke us apart
now i’m flexing on you but you still see the scars
okay, you is a b*tch
i don’t give a f*ck bout your problems, i’m telling you i don’t owe you sh*t
imma forget about tеxting you back, until i see the diamonds shining on your wrist
i spent a couple racks in louis v, i might spеnd the same amount on some kicks
spend the same amount on some ricks, spend the same amount on this fit
verse (h4lftime):
yeah*yeah, yeah
spent like 25 on the fit
to look like this, you gotta take a risk
i spent a check, mix my heart on my kicks
all these diamonds on my neck, but b*tch, i end up lit
sooner or later, they gon’ know who i am
learned from my losses, i turned to the man
never put trust into somebody else
’cause all you really need’s yourself, right?
looking at myself like
i am too conceded, i’m so in*love with myself, like

bridge (h4lftime):
i don’t need n0body else
tell her, she fall from the sky
that lil’ b*tch more than a dime
come and hop inside my ride

hook:
hop in a fast car
i cannot catch any feelings so imma do the dash in my nascar
swerve in a ‘rari, b*tch i am not sorry, you cannot get into the push*to*start
f*ck that b*tch, i ain’t never really gave a f*ck about nothing but cash and cars
and i tried to help but you broke us apart
now i’m flexing on you but you still see the scars
okay, you is a b*tch
i don’t give a f*ck bout your problems, i’m telling you i don’t owe you sh*t
imma forget about texting you back, until i see the diamonds shining on your wrist
i spent a couple racks in louis v, i might spend the same amount on some kicks
spend the same amount on some rick’s, spend the same amount on this fit
verse (mp makoto):
i got a bag and i did it again
shoutout lil tecca, we flying to france
i got the money, the racks, yeah the bands
the mike with amiri put that on the pants
i’m in that new audi, swerving in v10
the money so long, i don’t think that it ends
a b*tch with my trust, i don’t think i can lend
i got the prada, mix it with the fend
haha
five times out of ten, i’ll be rocking the owens
lil’ b*tch; she talk like a f*cking opponent
i cannot get distracted from money, i know it
i’m smoking that gas, a motherf*cker floating
she thinking for her, imma crease all my jordan’s
but when i walk out, i know she’s not important
i can’t hear them talking when i’m in the foreign

bridge (mp makoto):
yeah*yeah, whoa
b*tch i’m on go and they want me to stop
i ain’t heard what they said so i said imma drop
and they catching my vvs shine on the spot
and they say that they with me, but they really not
if you look at my fit, this sh*t add to a lot
like “makoto too fly” like i would’ve said not
and she really a diva so i never bought
hook:
hop in a fast car
i cannot catch any feelings so imma do the dash in my nascar
swerve in a ‘rari, b*tch i am not sorry, you cannot get into the push*to*start
f*ck that b*tch, i ain’t never really gave a f*ck about nothing but cash and cars
and i tried to help but you broke us apart
now i’m flexing on you but you still see the scars
okay, you is a b*tch
i don’t give a f*ck bout your problems, i’m telling you i don’t owe you sh*t
imma forget about texting you back, until i see the diamonds shining on your wrist
i spent a couple racks in louis v, i might spend the same amount on some kicks
spend the same amount on some rick’s, spend the same amount on this fit

outro:
yeah*yeah, whoa
yeah*yeah, yeah
makoto*san

- mp makoto lyrics

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