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letra de mini cooper - bxred

[part 1: produced by lumin8]

[intro]
yeah-yeah, wow
ayo, ayo
i been on my grind (i been on my grind)
ayo

[verse]
i been on my grind, like a skateboard
come taste bxred, i gotta find the time to make more
i’m always kind, so what y’all lyin’ and playin’ fake for?
no answers in my mind, so i get why they praise lords
don’t worry, cus yeah i’m not that naive
matter fact, i over-think, so i might be thinking about yo’ shoulder sleeve (sleeve?)
i’m a boss, that’s a joke, but i over-see
might be hard for me to blow, cus i’m overseas
hold it, freeze, i ain’t really been droppin’ none
feel weight on my chest, cus i was planning to drop a ton
have to finish school before i can pursue popping puns
cops ain’t stopping them criminals from copping guns
i know i’m movin’ slow, but please be patient
there’s a lot i need to show, you’ll see i’m amazing
on future occasions my flow, will feed some invasions
wise with my pennies, i float, smell the tea that i’m making
ayo, i used to use rhyme zone
i had trouble writing bars, but i elevated like i fly drones (fly drones)
to progress, i’m a spy in a no-fly zone
can’t swat me from the air, you can’t keep yo’ eyes on
yeah, i standby computers, off, but i’m always connected
plug doesn’t allow intruders, doesn’t wanna be affected
i ain’t gonna need no tutor, i tailor my sh-t to perfection
really headed into bermuda, with no clear direction (haha)
gotta see through to this rap sh-t
started as a hobby, now i’m thinking ’bout captions
need some traction, need to make action
i kidnapped and tortured this beat, it’s my captive (uh)

[part 2: produced by homage]

[intro]
(we must pay homage to him)
yeah, haha
woo (second time doing this)
uh, yeah

[verse]
i used to steal, i was sly in the street, like a mini cooper
my breath blowing smoke and it’s murderous like a storm trooper
came into the world to use his pistol, he a born shooter
people fake, playing against cpu’s on the computer
you can label it 100 times, been in a hunnid binds
if the ladies ask, i made a ton of fine answers
once upon a time, wanted to cut in line, i was a phantom (ghost)
invisible, pave my own to dollar signs, demand a ransom
happy 52, to an angel in the sky (heaven)
there were things left to do, before you could die
just wanna let you know, i’m playing my cards right (uno)
i be on the move tho, but you’ll remain in my mind (uh)
can’t be replicated, don’t have to patent it (copyright)
these mainstream-ass rappers, i’m harrassing ’em
surpassing ’em by the minute, the horror of outlastin’ em
it’s a game, by askin’ em, you in the scope like canibus
you got the spliff? start passin’ it
when i started puffin’, i found out what was happenin’ (sh-t’s real)
people cappin’ and’ll betray yo ass for some clout
can’t be accident that they disrespect you in yo’ own house (uh)
[outro]
woo, yeah
haha

- bxred

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