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letra de smacc - bino rideaux

[intro]
(hey, alfonso)

[chorus: bino rideaux]
tearin’ up the place
i can’t f-ck with n-ggas, all these bands in the way
thick pretty b-tch, come put them yams on my plate
if your n-gga pull up, put this slam in his face
every time i pull up, i got slam on my waist
lost my brother, had to look his fam in the face
wish i could come get you out that jam, but i can’t
get you out that jam, but i—
oh, no, i can’t believe it

[verse 1: bino rideaux]
had to keep cool
i got money, that’s what they asked me to do
my lil’ bro too hottie, i put that stash in the coupe, yeah
i got all these police, wasn’t askin’ ’em who, yeah
you used to call me, i used to come smash into you, yeah
when i was brokе, when i was havin’ it too
loved you ’cause i’m havin’ likе you havin’ it too
yeah, and we ain’t have sh-t, swear we actin’ a fool, yeah
i feel like i’m juvie, i bring cash money through, yeah
extras in my pocket like i had somethin’ to prove, yeah
kept it on me even though i ain’t had nothin’ to lose
stayin’ out the way, rackades in the safe
[chorus: bino rideaux]
tearin’ up the place
i can’t f-ck with n-ggas, all these bands in the way
thick pretty b-tch, come put them yams on my plate
if your n-gga pull up, put this slam in his face
every time i pull up, i got slam on my waist
lost my brother, had to look his fam in the face
wish i could come get you out that jam, but i can’t
get you out that jam, but i—

[verse 2: 03 greedo]
ooh, ooh, i can’t believe it
probably f-cked her if she ain’t callin’ me greedy
got some blood brothers really love me, yeah, they bleedin’
piru partners call me when the p’s in
some homies i can’t trust ’cause they be creepin’
slidin’ for no reason
cried inside my cell, i lost my demon
swear we ain’t deserve it, on the g-men
thanks for pressin’ one when it’s 03, man
every call was prepaid
so n-ggas who ain’t answer, we ain’t speakin’
lost all my partners, woulda been on any remix
‘nother purple summer, finna come up, ’tis the season
where everybody dies, eastside to westside
california full of crimes, my lil’ stepper steady schemin’
i miss my motherf-ckin’ demon
drakeo the ruler my lil’ brother, can’t believe it
hit an opp up with the drum and leave a n-gga stingin’
you see on the stage with me and bino
without him, we wouldn’t be the ones we bein’
b-tch, i would’ve never got them keys in, locked up
in a state i never be in, f-cked up
if i would’ve been at home, would’ve hit me in my dome
it’s a blessing, i could really see it, yeah
[chorus: bino rideaux]
tearin’ up the place
i can’t f-ck with n-ggas, all these bands in the way
thick pretty b-tch, come put them yams on my plate
if your n-gga pull up, put this slam in his face
every time i pull up, i got slam on my waist
lost my brother, had to look his fam in the face
wish i could come get you out that jam, but i can’t
get you out that jam, but i—
oh, no, i can’t believe it

- bino rideaux

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