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Joe Budden - Текст песни Don't Make Me
Top down with the fresh cut
 With A Baker through the speakers, "Best Of"
 A crisp white tee, I'm still feelin' dressed up
 Everythin' else healthy, don't get me messed up
 A good pair of shades on, you gon' always see me in disguise
 Not for style, I don't want you to seein' my eyes
 But for now, tell God hurry my plans
 'Cause I just had to bury my man
 Us two was on some brother shit
 But if I learned anythin', if you take life for granted
 It'll grant you some other shit
 I know I can't be the only one troubled with
 I talk 'bout hard shit like I discovered it
 Thought I had enough of it, still won't cut a wrist
 I just wrote the book, he published it
 Simply read holdin' back the years
 'Cause when I strayed, it looked like
 He holdin' back some tears, he sayin'
 Don't make me bad, no, no
 Don't you make me bad
 Don't you make me bad, no, no
 Don't you make me bad
 Sometimes I feel like it's a ghost behind me
 Nudge in my back, got the toast behind me
 Clockin' my every move, takin' notes behind me
 Crowd laughin', there must be a roast behind me
 But the boy won't bend
 Though the road to the riches is startin' to look like it don't end
 But still I'm on nine-five speedin', truly love it
 No idea where I'm goin', that's the beauty of it
 But still I'm here waitin' on a signJoe Budden - Don't Make Me - http://ru.motolyrics.com/joe-budden/dont-make-me-lyrics.html
 Or a FYI to be notified 'cause why?
 Do it matter what he got it store for nigga's if they too broke to buy
 I know I want heart, my back carryin' some tons y'all
 From the devil's bedroom on to his front yard
 Pop up in the backseat and keys the chauffeur
 Let 'em know before I hop out with him on my shoulder, I said
 Don't make me bad, no, no
 Don't you make me bad
 Don't make me bad, no, no
 Don't you make me bad
 Wouldn't be smart to tangle with ya guardian angel
 Not when they got a strangle from every angle, head to ankles
 Get mangled, so I don't got shit
 My eyes everywhere, on my Stuart Scott shit
 Tryin' to be fly every second that the clock tick
 But there's a suicide bomber in the cockpit
 See my intent is to be content
 But that's contingent off fly hoe's usin'[Incomprehensible]
 Since mama conceived me
 Me and dude been stuck in a melee
 He's tellin' me I gotta ball like Beasley
 But I could give a fuck how a nigga perceives me
 So until God retrieves me
 I'm followin' behind the nigga that misleads me
 If need be, bounce from where he tryin' to keep me
 But every time I try, he tells me that he needs me
 Don't make me bad, no, no
 Don't you make me bad
 Don't you make me bad, no, no
 Don't you make me bad











