Makavelli (Explicit)
BlocBoy JB"Makavelli (Explicit)" is a song by BlocBoy JB, released in 2018 in the Pop genre. The song is 1:47 long and contains 53 lines and 331 words.
Lyrics
0:01Ha
0:01Ha
0:03Dmac on the f**kin' track
0:05Ha ha ha ha ha ha
0:13Uh this is the life n***a this Makavelli
0:15Runnin' s**t up and go cop me a chevy
0:16Green I get that s**t like lettuce
0:18Too much money make these n***as get jealous
0:20The life of a convicted felon
0:21These n***as cuttin' they talkin' they tellin'
0:23And it's still free all my n***as they jailin'
0:25Down the roooad
0:27Last December we was sharin' clothes
0:30We don't love these b***hes
0:31We share hoes
0:34I just kick s**t on the road
0:35With all my bros trip 'cross the globe
0:37These n***as sellin' they souls no
0:40Man I can't believe ya
0:41You gon' bite the hand that feed ya ayy
0:43Th thinkin' 'bout my people
0:45Where they when you really need 'em ayy
0:47Made my own route and made it out
0:49I took the legal way ayy
0:50These pistols savin' n***as tryna take my f**kin' lead away
0:53I do this for my bros and my folks and my locs
0:57I do this for the n***as that be kickin' down doors
1:00I I I do this for the gang
1:02What I rep double o woah
1:03I don't do this for the name or the fame
1:06It's for my folks folks
1:07Will I change up
1:08That's a no no
1:11Sippin' on this lean movin' slow
1:14Shawty head game on a roll
1:17Her n***a is a lame and she know
1:20Uh this is the life n***a this makavelli
1:22Runnin' s**t up and go cop me a chevy
1:24Green I get that s**t like lettuce
1:26Too much money make these n***as get jealous
1:27The life of a convicted felon
1:29These n***as cuttin' they talkin'
1:30They tellin'
1:30And it's still free all my n***as they jailin'
1:32Down the roooad
1:34Last December
1:35We was sharin' clothes
1:38We don't love these b***hes
1:39We share hoes
1:41I just kick s**t on the road
1:43With all my bros trip 'cross the globe
1:45These n***as sellin' they souls no
1:47No no no
Ha Ha Dmac on the f**kin' track Ha ha ha ha ha ha Uh this is the life n***a this Makavelli Runnin' s**t up and go cop me a chevy Green I get that s**t like lettuce Too much money make these n***as get jealous The life of a convicted felon These n***as cuttin' they talkin' they tellin' And it's still free all my n***as they jailin' Down the roooad Last December we was sharin' clothes We don't love these b***hes We share hoes I just kick s**t on the road With all my bros trip 'cross the globe These n***as sellin' they souls no Man I can't believe ya You gon' bite the hand that feed ya ayy Th thinkin' 'bout my people Where they when you really need 'em ayy Made my own route and made it out I took the legal way ayy These pistols savin' n***as tryna take my f**kin' lead away I do this for my bros and my folks and my locs I do this for the n***as that be kickin' down doors I I I do this for the gang What I rep double o woah I don't do this for the name or the fame It's for my folks folks Will I change up That's a no no Sippin' on this lean movin' slow Shawty head game on a roll Her n***a is a lame and she know Uh this is the life n***a this makavelli Runnin' s**t up and go cop me a chevy Green I get that s**t like lettuce Too much money make these n***as get jealous The life of a convicted felon These n***as cuttin' they talkin' They tellin' And it's still free all my n***as they jailin' Down the roooad Last December We was sharin' clothes We don't love these b***hes We share hoes I just kick s**t on the road With all my bros trip 'cross the globe These n***as sellin' they souls no No no no
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