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letra de bimbo back - bimbo

[intro]
you’re now tuned into the motherf-cking greatest
elo on the beat (gang, gang, gang)
f-ck is y’all n-ggas talkin’ ’bout? grade a sh-t, man
y’all know how it go, man

[verse]
all these n-ggas fake
so much that i cannot relate
remember i jumped in the wraith
and now i send shots at your face
can’t catch me, i pick up the pace
so much money, can’t fit in a safe
y’all lames are broke, can’t get to the bag
’cause y’all n-ggas don’t know the way
only usin’ runners to go in the spot, them cameras’ll not get the drop
baby girl, keep them pants on, i just want the top
and when you see me with the gang, you better tuck your chain
we got them lasers, .38s, my trendies put in pain
we only shootin’ for the head, the vest can guard your frame
baby gotta pay a fare, she wanna ride the train
all i do is set the trend ’cause we are not the same
and this nine’ll stop your night like this, eddie kane
i am not your man, girl, so don’t call my phone
remember eating ramen noodles, now i’m on the road
can’t remember if i hit ’cause i was off patrón
waking up in neverland ’cause this is not my home
and i’m slidin’ with f-ck12, no, i am not alone
diamonds dancin’, sh-t like ice, it’s like i dropped a light
flying out from state to state, i could change your life
heard you talkin’ to your friends or you believe the hype
got her up under the wing, but it’s just for the night
then i split her with the gang like she’s some fried rice
finesse and mack, it’s no mcgrady, i might f-ck your lady
i got the bag, it’s f-ck you, pay me, cop a new mercedes
off the drugs, he think i’m sleepin’, but i really peep him
the 40 on me and he creepin’, just give me a reason
and now he lookin’ like a p-ssy, he wet ’cause he bleedin’
samoa cookie or the runtz, while i’m smokin’, she eatin’
shawty said she think i’m peein’, she c-mmin’, she screamin’
now she can’t leave me alone, in my crib on the weekend
want her name inside a song, but i told her she tweakin’
michael jackson, dirty diana, you can bet i beat it
never seen her in the streets, but she in my sheets
when you pull up to the 40, come roll out with petes
all my n-ggas on the block and you know we them g’s
shawty think she is a diva, let me get between
catchin’ head inside the drop, i crash, i cop the bim’
i know a couple n-ggas wife her, now she on her knees
now she on her knees

[outro]
crash that whip, i crash that sh-t
keep ’em pumpin’ and i got them g’s
all my n-ggas, yeah, they throwin’ b’s
that’s double-m sh-t, man
you know this sh-t, you know the vibes, man
free savage, man
f-ck the other side n-ggas, man
gang, gang gang
gang gang gang gang

- bimbo

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