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letra de beretta - bis (harlem spartans)

[chorus]
bro said i’m back and i’m better he stressed cos they took the beretta
i miss him i miss him i miss him reason why i couldn’t come from my mission, and i came from a mission you read intention different back and i’m better they gave me the smithen i was just banging now you just fibbing, i just wanna make you cry, the shotters gon make you die when i ride hs on a ride had the 60 there a couple times, burn garms when i make you fly air j’s or the 95’s if we pull the 30 oh my, i just wanna make you fly

[verse 1]
don’t lack do you know my side i’m fried but i bet i back mine on time, lost 9’s and we lost star 9’s when the ding dong cars boy it’s your time, try ride put a boy offside she’s bad so that one there is mine, he’s mad didn’t respect my g no lies we glide bare knives pray we don’t … your life, i pray i won’t lose my mind in the cell where i think about life you tried, tried jump out on a guy, lie i don’t keep it on mine they be pushing off all the time the sweets are just for their bodies rocky you ain’t shooting that properly, you ain’t aiming that proper you ain’t booting like soccer mizmac come for a oskar, you rate them boy they imposter, hushhh pull up might let it buss they still talk about us but you ain’t even gotta fuss, my breads going up so the clips get full, fool gelato four four sh-t got none but it’s nothing i still stay cool i can’t pity the fool, they don’t want me to ball, came with a stitch shooting the sticks coming like 8 ball pool we only wanted to ball

r.i.p bis

- bis harlem spartans

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