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letra de bobby john wick - bobby balenciaga

(hook)
bobby john wick
i ain’t with that bullsh-t
got pistols like keanu
put em up just like a forklift
my drip you can’t afford this
im blowing n-ggas morgage
she startin to be ungrateful
cut her off cause she a spoiled b-tch
now she can’t get no more d-ck
i ride round w a long stick
built like halle berry
like sneaky, think she a bomb b-tch
bobby john wick
you speak a lotta nonsense
i heard he wanna rob me
boy i promise im the wrong l!ck
i let it rip like john wick

(verse 1)
& thats on crip crip
she calling my phone
won’t leave me alone
21 , imma dip dip
she moving her hips when she ridin a n-gga
i feel like a ripstick
put a child in mouth & im leaving right out while it drip off her lip lip
yeah b-tch, i’m lit lit
& you just lame lame
you let a n-gga just bang at your mans
no i ain’t the same way
cause know if a n-gga was shootin at von
imma aim for his brain brain
yeah you was my dummy but money came in
all a sudden you changed changed
my 9 like kehlani
im come on ya block & im letting it ring ring
no you ain’t a loc & you not bno
so no we can’t hang hang
no you can’t come around if you can’t take a bullet & ride for the gang gang
backwood got propane
wanna hit it ? you gotta get g-ngb-nged (run a train)

(verse 2)
yeah you know imma k!ll for my dawg
i don’t know why the f-ck you keep running your mouth
b-tch, you finna start talking to god
i said i was chilling like dylan my n-gga but they made me bring out the rod
& i carried my team like a motherf-ckin soldier like nas when he carried the cross
yeah b-tch im the bno boss
it don’t matter the season
gimme a reason
and imma start taking you off
imma take all your plays & ya money & all of that
boy you gon stop selling raw
and when your b-tch leave you
she coming to me & i’m putting this d-ck in her jaws
making her heart stop
pull out her faux locks
then get the f-ck outta dodge
boy how you do it ?
just come up w music …
i know that sh-t gotta be hard
really its not
i put faith in the lord
guess he know that a n-gga a star
if ya boyfriend a drunk
he get hit with this pump
when i dip imma blow up the bar
and i’m still a street n-gga
i’m riding round with it in case i gotta shoot up a car

- bobby balenciaga

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