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letra de silver ring (pt ii) - bdr!ppyy

[chorus: bdr!ppyy]
silver rings i’ma punk boy b-tch
off white kicks to an all black fit
hit one time i don’t know that b-tch
yo pockets got ran i call that blitz
got a big check go and blow that b-tch
you ain’t got no bread why you try to act rich
flex for the gram that’s just a skit
don’t know my name i’m still goin hit
run it up, run it up
water on bubble up
getting my money up running my trouble up
young ass jit i’m focused on turnin up
roll up a wood i might as well burn it up
ash on the floor then rub it in
you not my boy, you not my friend
ice my neck sh-t cost bout ten
got b-tterfly doors don’t whip no benz
[verse 1: leg]
b-tterfly doors in the whip
ride around town gotta keep my a bl!ck
fifty on me i be high as a b-tch
like d-mn this patek feel good on my wrist
i’m off of this sh-t i ain’t tryna talk
had to cut all the lame n-ggas off
f-ck all the fame i just wanna ball
see we not the same n-ggas not at all
how you talking that sh-t but ain’t toting no guns
flex on the gram but got minimal funds
slide on your block get your mans down to rest
i’m hot like its phoenix you n-ggas my sons
you ain’t saving sh-t, f-ck around like i made you b-tch
ducking me you goin pay that l!ck
like f-ck with me we goin end yo sh-t

[verse 2: deekay] (someone correct this)
what are you saying now
i got the racks out
i got the stacks out
i got the cash
i am not 21 but i go savage
all of these other b-tches so average
i got the money i pop out a lot
you run like a b-tch so you wanna get shot
yeah im at the top and i don’t wanna flop
but money a madness whenever i drop
and i wanna get it i get it a lot
all black fit and i wanted to cop
you a b-tch ass boy that’s where we stop
shawty a man eater on top
swallow me up and she doing the most
all in her mouth then i put in her hole
i wanna get it and get it and go
shawty the best when i’m runnin on low
[chorus: bdr!ppyy]
silver rings i’ma punk boy b-tch
off white kicks to an all black fit
hit one time i don’t know that b-tch
yo pockets got ran i call that blitz
got a big check go and blow that b-tch
you ain’t got no bread why you try to act rich
flex for the gram that’s just a skit
don’t know my name i’m still goin hit
run it up, run it up
water on bubble up
getting my money up running my trouble up
young ass jit i’m focused on turnin up
roll up a wood i might as well burn it up
ash on the floor then rub it in
you not my boy, you not my friend
ice my neck sh-t cost bout ten
got b-tterfly doors don’t whip no benz

- bdrppyy

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