mAKarena

Not a spec of blood
Up on my goyard
Kick back
Bullets make him hit the makarena
Not a spec of blood
Up on my goyard
Kick back kick back
Hit the makerena
Not a spec of blood
Up on my goyard
Kick back
Bullets make him hit the makarena
Not a spec of blood
Up on my goyard
Kick back kick back
Hit the makarena

Kick back uh
Pop em in the mouth like a tic tac
Yeah
Had his b**** throw it back
No chit chat
Uh
Call it easy money when I hit that
Uh
Ooh
Word around town
Is your man got no money
So he dead broke
Built for this pressure
Like my money
I will never fold
Ha
Bullet proof love
Like really i don't feel none
They rather see me fall
But they out of luck
See me and this money fell mad in love
Living good on this side
Still ain't had enough
Black air force ones
Stay strapped up
I swear
Nah you don't want no smoke with me
Nah you don't want no smoke with me
Nah

Not a spec of blood
Up on my goyard
Kick back
Bullets make him hit the makarena
Not a spec of blood
Up on my goyard
Kick back kick back
Hit the makerena
Not a spec of blood
Up on my goyard
Kick back
Bullets make him hit the makarena
Not a spec of blood
Up on my goyard
Kick back kick back
Hit the makarena
Not a spec of blood
Up on my goyard
Kick back
Bullets make him hit the makarena
Not a spec of blood
Up on my goyard
Kick back kick back
Hit the makerena
Not a spec of blood
Up on my goyard
Kick back
Bullets make him hit the makarena
Not a spec of blood
Up on my goyard
Kick back kick back
Hit the makarena
Not a spec of blood
Up on my goyard
Kick back
Bullets make him hit the makarena
Not a spec of blood
Up on my goyard
Kick back kick back
Hit the makerena
Not a spec of blood
Up on my goyard
Kick back
Bullets make him hit the makarena
Not a spec of blood
Up on my goyard
Kick back kick back
Hit the makarena
Not a spec of blood
Up on my goyard
Kick back
Bullets make him hit the makarena
Not a spec of blood
Up on my goyard
Kick back kick back
Hit the makerena



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