iLoveMakonnen - My Friend Makonnen (Freestyle) lyrics
Universal girl International players Out here getting dough Keep winning like the Lakers My friend makonnen is teaching me how to cook My friend makonnen is teaching me how to cook Backseat driver dirty dirty Sprite drinkin Out here gettin tore up in the house they're creating My friend makonnen is teaching me how to cook My friend makonnen is teaching me how to cook All around the world And you done seen a lot of things But you don't think about that When you're dancing with me Now I done seen a lot of worlds And I've been through some things too But I don't think about that When I'm dancing with you Costa Rica lover girl Come back to the USA Hit me on my iPhone I will tell you where I stay If I move you can meet me where I'm at now And girl I wanna sit down And have a conversation So I can propose to you In my mind you know I'm probably drugged out three times But that ain't sh** to brag about I'm so depressed being here in the South Won't you come and save my life I'm out here making songs I don't even think they sound right Don't give a f** I'ma put them out Don't give a f** who hatin on 'em Motherf**ers keep talkin sh** I know they wish they was f**in creating on it And that's just on my stupid sh** I really ain't doin' sh** Just at the house thinkin bout How I'ma get up out the south How much doze they talkin bout? Damn, this is for my universal girl International players Out here getting dough And keep winning like the Lakers Tell em My friend makonnen is teaching me how to cook My friend makonnen is teaching me how to cook All around the world And we done seen a lot of things But you don't think about that When you're dancing with me Cuz I done been in some worlds And I done seen some things too But I don't think about that When I'm dancing with you My friend makonnen is teaching me how to cook My friend makonnen is teaching me how to cook My friend makonnen is teaching me how to cook Mix the baking soda with it make a few bucks You're momma probably's like What the f** Have you done with my kitchen? You know they're out there snitchin So put that baking powder away And think about a different thing to save your a** today Start creating with that mind Use more than 10 percent Following 50 Cent Like, damn n***a retweet me Motherf**ers don't even speak to me I been creating before I heard what 50 Cent was Love it if it was 2 quarters in real life And my motherf**in bus fare Who cares? Motherf**ers wasn't never there Who wears These colors for your brother Who f**in got shot Or them colors for your sisters Who was at the wrong spot When sh** got hot Motherf**ers couldn't control themselves They don't even know what's their real wealth Thinkin that a gold chain Gonna change everything When you got more than a gold mine Inside your own damn mind How many times do I have to rhyme?