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Make Amends Ft. Don Q
Connie Diiamond
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Make the money, I ain't into making friends
They was saying fuck me, now they wanna make amends
It's a gathering, let the gangsters and players in
And the bad bitches that bring they own paper in
You can find me wherever you find the money at
My hitters in the field full of green like running backs
I touch down, delivery clean, a hundred pack
They yayo, said something to me, no money back
But we ain't sippin' no Waukesha, just a pre-roller
Smokin' hot, still a vista
Been that bitch, every day my drips look like Easter
Still won't miss, and I'm charging niggas tax on features
I don't gang bang, but I be with cuz like Skeeter
Hella rich, and I still be in a trap like Beepers, bitch
If I ever catch a charge, I plead the fifth
You be in the ER if I need to lift
Rather kill her with punchlines
Bob in the weave when they think they can touch mine
Bitches start to bite you when you tell them it's crunch time
Diamond in the bully, I was skipping a lunch line
I'm on that nigga
I'm the type of player that'll pick up a bitch with another bitch
And have them both tongue kissing a dick
Love my shooter cause he always coming cool with the clips
Watch him move it, he gonna have you running, spritzing his shit
Might pour an eight to the face
My homie came home from a body 'cause them people ain't have a trace for a case (nah)
Watch how he moving, I can tell a snake by his pace
Head up the view and I had my little ones wait by your wake
Middle of the jungle, I let my jewelry floss out
Old bitches tryna come through now with it, but they lost out (lost out)
Shorty, I'm tryna fuck you, let them feelings get tossed out (feelings get tossed out)
I hail on like Rapunzel when I'm pulling it all out
They tried to replace it, but they just copied and paid (copied and paid)
I had to get low, I only play the block on the K-Lock
Plus my face probably known by every cop in the state (cop)
And what they make in a year I go and drop on the bridge, bitch
Make the money I ain't end up making friends
They was saying fuck me now they wanna make amends
It's the gathering left the gangsters and players hands
And the bad bitches that bring it on paper and lunch
Make the money I ain't end up making friends
They was saying fuck me now they wanna make amends
It's the gathering left the gangsters in plain tans
And the bad bitches that bring it on paper hands
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