Keep your eighty grand, residential brand
Had enough of your white Chucks and cargo pants
I'm not James Dean, I'm your Adidas Queen
Need a spot with some heat and hella caffeine
I'm moving uptown
Want it authentic so f*ck a discount
Westbound, Clueless like Tai, I'm here now
Step down, thanks for the share, it don't mean shit
Two thousand miles away because I'm relevant
Quit tryin' to claim me, lately
Ya frontin' like you made me, but baby
Your moves are too soft
Hop the f*ck off
Bitch knows she's not on the block with me
Quit tryin' to claim me, lately
Ya frontin' like you made me, but baby
Your moves are too soft
Hop the f*ck off
Bitch knows she's not on the block with me
What's she saying? Shouldn't talk like that
Boy, if I followed your advice then I'd be where you're at
Three digits on my cell, that spot can burn in hell
Apocalypse, they screamin' lit like it's still 2012
I keep it uptown, countin' up commas on my bank account
Westbound, but all locale's locals bump my new sound
Step down, up on this stage, my view's too loud
Go 'head and send that snap cause ho you know I'll tap you out
Quit tryin' to claim me, lately
Ya frontin' like you made me, but baby
Your moves are too soft
Hop the f*ck off
Bitch knows she's not on the block with me
Quit tryin' to claim me, lately
Ya frontin' like you made me, but baby
Your moves are too soft
Hop the f*ck off
Bitch knows she's not on the block with me
And you can post it how you want, you love to front
Used to give a f*ck
And avoid it like a loner
But living on the coast, worthy shit has my attention
Post like it's legit, you love the pics
Fifteen minutes end, my time begins
I'll take all of the attention
And I'll take it alone
Quit tryin' to claim me, lately
Ya frontin' like you made me, but baby
Your moves are too soft
Hop the f*ck off
Bitch knows she's not on the block with me
Quit tryin' to claim me, lately
Ya frontin' like you made me, but baby
Your moves are too soft
Hop the f*ck off
Bitch knows she's not on the block with me
Dev09 - You Made Me Lyrics
Dev09 - You Made Me Lyrics
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Keep your eighty grand, residential brand
Had enough of your white Chucks and cargo pants
I'm not James Dean, I'm your Adidas Queen
Need a spot with some heat and hella caffeine
I'm moving uptown
Want it authentic so f*ck a discount
Westbound, Clueless like Tai, I'm here now
Step down, thanks for the share, it don't mean shit
Two thousand miles away because I'm relevant
Quit tryin' to claim me, lately
Ya frontin' like you made me, but baby
Your moves are too soft
Hop the f*ck off
Bitch knows she's not on the block with me
Quit tryin' to claim me, lately
Ya frontin' like you made me, but baby
Your moves are too soft
Hop the f*ck off
Bitch knows she's not on the block with me
What's she saying? Shouldn't talk like that
Boy, if I followed your advice then I'd be where you're at
Three digits on my cell, that spot can burn in hell
Apocalypse, they screamin' lit like it's still 2012
I keep it uptown, countin' up commas on my bank account
Westbound, but all locale's locals bump my new sound
Step down, up on this stage, my view's too loud
Go 'head and send that snap cause ho you know I'll tap you out
Quit tryin' to claim me, lately
Ya frontin' like you made me, but baby
Your moves are too soft
Hop the f*ck off
Bitch knows she's not on the block with me
Quit tryin' to claim me, lately
Ya frontin' like you made me, but baby
Your moves are too soft
Hop the f*ck off
Bitch knows she's not on the block with me
And you can post it how you want, you love to front
Used to give a f*ck
And avoid it like a loner
But living on the coast, worthy shit has my attention
Post like it's legit, you love the pics
Fifteen minutes end, my time begins
I'll take all of the attention
And I'll take it alone
Quit tryin' to claim me, lately
Ya frontin' like you made me, but baby
Your moves are too soft
Hop the f*ck off
Bitch knows she's not on the block with me
Quit tryin' to claim me, lately
Ya frontin' like you made me, but baby
Your moves are too soft
Hop the f*ck off
Bitch knows she's not on the block with me
Had enough of your white Chucks and cargo pants
I'm not James Dean, I'm your Adidas Queen
Need a spot with some heat and hella caffeine
I'm moving uptown
Want it authentic so f*ck a discount
Westbound, Clueless like Tai, I'm here now
Step down, thanks for the share, it don't mean shit
Two thousand miles away because I'm relevant
Quit tryin' to claim me, lately
Ya frontin' like you made me, but baby
Your moves are too soft
Hop the f*ck off
Bitch knows she's not on the block with me
Quit tryin' to claim me, lately
Ya frontin' like you made me, but baby
Your moves are too soft
Hop the f*ck off
Bitch knows she's not on the block with me
What's she saying? Shouldn't talk like that
Boy, if I followed your advice then I'd be where you're at
Three digits on my cell, that spot can burn in hell
Apocalypse, they screamin' lit like it's still 2012
I keep it uptown, countin' up commas on my bank account
Westbound, but all locale's locals bump my new sound
Step down, up on this stage, my view's too loud
Go 'head and send that snap cause ho you know I'll tap you out
Quit tryin' to claim me, lately
Ya frontin' like you made me, but baby
Your moves are too soft
Hop the f*ck off
Bitch knows she's not on the block with me
Quit tryin' to claim me, lately
Ya frontin' like you made me, but baby
Your moves are too soft
Hop the f*ck off
Bitch knows she's not on the block with me
And you can post it how you want, you love to front
Used to give a f*ck
And avoid it like a loner
But living on the coast, worthy shit has my attention
Post like it's legit, you love the pics
Fifteen minutes end, my time begins
I'll take all of the attention
And I'll take it alone
Quit tryin' to claim me, lately
Ya frontin' like you made me, but baby
Your moves are too soft
Hop the f*ck off
Bitch knows she's not on the block with me
Quit tryin' to claim me, lately
Ya frontin' like you made me, but baby
Your moves are too soft
Hop the f*ck off
Bitch knows she's not on the block with me
Writer: Stelios Phili, Devin Farnham Murphy, Jeffrey Luppino-Esposito
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Performed By: Dev09
Length: 3:17
Written by: Stelios Phili, Devin Farnham Murphy, Jeffrey Luppino-Esposito