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letra de mismatch (remix) - bino rideaux

[chorus: bino rideaux]
jumped up off the porch, i brought them big racks back, yeah
took my n-gga, we gotta go get back that, yeah
cold-hearted n-gga, get your b-tch back
all my n-ggas on now, can’t be out here mix matched, yeah-yeah
shorty, know i f-ck with you but low-key
i could really change your life, i got it on me, yeah-yeah
pressure about no b-tch, that’s what i don’t need, yeah-yeah
i been out getting rich all by my lonely, yeah-yeah

[verse 1: bino rideaux]
pull up on that b-tch, hear my sh-t knockin’
i’m gon’ put them christians on, rest in peace to pop
i can’t find no red around, n-ggas sippin’ wock’
played this at my momma house, she like, “n-gga, drop it”
stop it, if he ain’t with us, my dog gon’ lock in
pull up in that dawn, shе like, “baby, where your top at?”
shorty trying to f-ck mе, i’m like, “baby ,where your top at?”
i know they hate that i’m on now, you n-ggas need to stop that
rest on peace, i be on granny porch thumbing hundreds now
i can’t see n0body making no noise, we gon’ dumb it down
thought my dog was gon’ live forever, called me like, “they gunned him down”
n-gga got exposed, now that n-gga never come around
i love the streets, i’m proud of what it made me
heavy hustler, i got to provide it for my baby
got to stay on my toes, they wanna flame me
been around them racks, it ain’t gone change me, nah for real
[chorus: bino rideaux]
jumped up off the porch, i brought them big racks back, yeah
took my n-gga, we gotta go get back that, yeah
cold-hearted n-gga, get your b-tch back
all my n-ggas on now, can’t be out here mix matched, yeah-yeah
shorty, know i f-ck with you but low-key
i could really change your life, i got it on me, yeah-yeah
pressure about no b-tch, that’s what i don’t need, yeah-yeah
i been out getting rich all by my lonely, yeah-yeah

[verse 2: young thug]
told your momma that your daddy is a jabroni
told him i don’t play no games, not no sony
i told that baby watch my d-ck and not my homies
f-ckin’ rich n-ggas gon’ get you macaroni
you ran up on this foreign n-gga then i’m goin’ ghost
i told my mom feed me baguettes and big ol’ stones when i die
i told lil’ mama call my phone if i stole or burglarized
you a genie in a bottle ’cause you keep me up at night, yeah-yeah
keep big diamonds on your ass, yeah-yeah (ayy)
tea cup poodle in your bag, yeah-yeah
she cuttin’ up my love with a machete (machete)
i lied, but i told her i was ready (i’m so ready)
i tryna be the one to l!ck your blood when you bleed, yeah
trust in you, baby, put your trust in me
i heard it was cap love, it was l-sted when they sneeze
so i pull out every time and i bust on your t–th, yeah
[chorus: bino rideaux]
jumped up off the porch, i brought them big racks back, yeah
took my n-gga, we gotta go get back that, yeah
cold-hearted n-gga, get your b-tch back
all my n-ggas on now, can’t be out here mix matched, yeah-yeah
shorty, know i f-ck with you but low-key
i could really change your life, i got it on me, yeah-yeah
pressure about no b-tch, that’s what i don’t need, yeah-yeah
i been out getting rich all by my lonely, yeah-yeah

- bino rideaux

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