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Blasé - Can't Make It Up (feat. Mac Mase) Lyrics



Blasé - Can't Make It Up (feat. Mac Mase) Lyrics




I can't make it up
150 bricks
I can't make it up
Trust these choppers trust these sticks
I can't make it up
Feds tried to take my life
I can't make it up
Man these homies switching sides
Bitches fake as f*ck
Your homie turns snitch
I can't make it up
Turn around and f*ck your bitch
I can't make it up
I tell the truth when I lie
I can't make it up
Buy the ticket take the ride
I can't make it up

Cower down to a man never
Started FAIM
Momma said don't trust a man ever
Too much game
Lost my parents doing fed time
Conscious f*ckin with me
Powder seeping through my pours
Im pissing dirty
Pistol on me dirty with a 30 clip a murder hit
Started with a 211 bitch but I'm murder shit
Swear if I get through this one I'll probably hit another lick
Ran through a couple of these hoes I need another bitch
Holding sticks no attempts imma walk em down
Casings clean empty shit and left a hundred rounds
F*ck I look like strapping up with a pretty bitch
Want my kids to have a momma thats a bad bitch
Bad bitch Gucci fits ass don't fit in Prada
Ask me what I know bitch man I tell ya nada
Collect calls from the pen free my f*ckin patna
Gave em 30 f*cking years for a f*cking chopper

I can't make it up
150 bricks
I can't make it up
Trust these choppers trust these sticks
I can't make it up
Feds tried to take my life
I can't make it up
Man these homies switching sides
Bitches fake as f*ck
Your homie turns snitch
I can't make it up
Turn around and f*ck your bitch
I can't make it up
I tell the truth when I lie
I can't make it up
Buy the ticket take the ride
I can't make it up

I couldn't make this shit up if I wanted to
Dudes still tellin on they homies tell me something new
If you got love for them suckas you a sucka too
You need to f*ckin smoke a bag before you bust a move
And how you down talkin me when I fronted you
And I forgot about that bag lucky you
These bitches f*ckin round with goofs
They must wanna lose
These dudes always trust these hoes they never trusted you
I did my girl so f*ckin dirty I can't make it up
Said she's tired of my ass now we breakin up
And I can't lie I'm a lazy f*ck
Selling drugs seems like they pay you just for waking up
I used to laugh when people told me they was saving up
I made my money so fast
I aint saving none
And aint no dirty up on my name they got to make it up
And even when the pack is lost I still pay the plug

I can't make it up
150 bricks
I can't make it up
Trust these choppers trust these sticks
I can't make it up
Feds tried to take my life
I can't make it up
Man these homies switching sides
Bitches fake as f*ck
Your homie turns snitch
I can't make it up
Turn around and f*ck your bitch
I can't make it up
I tell the truth when I lie
I can't make it up
Buy the ticket take the
I can't make it up
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I can't make it up
150 bricks
I can't make it up
Trust these choppers trust these sticks
I can't make it up
Feds tried to take my life
I can't make it up
Man these homies switching sides
Bitches fake as f*ck
Your homie turns snitch
I can't make it up
Turn around and f*ck your bitch
I can't make it up
I tell the truth when I lie
I can't make it up
Buy the ticket take the ride
I can't make it up

Cower down to a man never
Started FAIM
Momma said don't trust a man ever
Too much game
Lost my parents doing fed time
Conscious f*ckin with me
Powder seeping through my pours
Im pissing dirty
Pistol on me dirty with a 30 clip a murder hit
Started with a 211 bitch but I'm murder shit
Swear if I get through this one I'll probably hit another lick
Ran through a couple of these hoes I need another bitch
Holding sticks no attempts imma walk em down
Casings clean empty shit and left a hundred rounds
F*ck I look like strapping up with a pretty bitch
Want my kids to have a momma thats a bad bitch
Bad bitch Gucci fits ass don't fit in Prada
Ask me what I know bitch man I tell ya nada
Collect calls from the pen free my f*ckin patna
Gave em 30 f*cking years for a f*cking chopper

I can't make it up
150 bricks
I can't make it up
Trust these choppers trust these sticks
I can't make it up
Feds tried to take my life
I can't make it up
Man these homies switching sides
Bitches fake as f*ck
Your homie turns snitch
I can't make it up
Turn around and f*ck your bitch
I can't make it up
I tell the truth when I lie
I can't make it up
Buy the ticket take the ride
I can't make it up

I couldn't make this shit up if I wanted to
Dudes still tellin on they homies tell me something new
If you got love for them suckas you a sucka too
You need to f*ckin smoke a bag before you bust a move
And how you down talkin me when I fronted you
And I forgot about that bag lucky you
These bitches f*ckin round with goofs
They must wanna lose
These dudes always trust these hoes they never trusted you
I did my girl so f*ckin dirty I can't make it up
Said she's tired of my ass now we breakin up
And I can't lie I'm a lazy f*ck
Selling drugs seems like they pay you just for waking up
I used to laugh when people told me they was saving up
I made my money so fast
I aint saving none
And aint no dirty up on my name they got to make it up
And even when the pack is lost I still pay the plug

I can't make it up
150 bricks
I can't make it up
Trust these choppers trust these sticks
I can't make it up
Feds tried to take my life
I can't make it up
Man these homies switching sides
Bitches fake as f*ck
Your homie turns snitch
I can't make it up
Turn around and f*ck your bitch
I can't make it up
I tell the truth when I lie
I can't make it up
Buy the ticket take the
I can't make it up
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Writer: Matthew Donohue
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Blasé - Can't Make It Up (feat. Mac Mase) Video
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Performed By: Blasé
Language: English
Length: 3:43
Written by: Matthew Donohue

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