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letra de extra rice - careless music manila

[intro:]

[verse 1: m-ssiah]
shorty tried to call me on the trap phone
told me her ex boy ain’t got no backbone
she came to the party we want back home
sippin’ on that drink while she whine slow

said she had a curfew p-ss the backdoor
i know shorty bad yeah she bad tho
she chill with the gang at the bando
way she move gon’ make me throw a bankroll

my girl she boujee tho
she don’t play round with that coochie tho
she only rockin’ that gucci tho
it’s like she livin’ a movie ooh

look how she moving
language of love i can tell that she fluent
sent from above i just hope i don’t ruin
all of my moves it’s my shot that i’m shooting

[pre-chorus: m-ssiah]
ever since a baby i’ve been on my grind
everyday the money, money on my mind
ain’t a second wasted i ain’t got no time
all you other rappers never got no lines

f-ck around wimme, you get the fisticuffs (eyy)
who the f-ck are you bro? you can’t with us (eyy)
rocking all designer really is a must (eyy)
b-tch i’ve got the poison in my sippy cup

[chorus: kingwaw]
paradise blues, lookin’ nice (ooh)
baby thick, extra rice (yeah)
what i like (eyy)
thinking lately ’bout it, i’m about it
living off my words, some hate it
still i’m focused on appreciation
own lane vision, i’m just saying
painting pictures, getting richer
circle smaller, careless in this b-tch (yeah)
feel the flow, then switch (eyy)
do this everyday (woah)
live the moment, let it go (go, go)
woah, eyy, yeah, kingwaw

[verse 2: curtismith]
make the moment freeze with a nikon (eyy)
heard she was a freak with the lights on (eyy)
turn me to a g with the right song (eyy)
we can keep it going all night long (yeah)

she just want the d with extra rice on (eyy)
turn it to a tweet on her iphone (yeah)
nicotine fiend with a rifle
i ain’t tryna tweak on the weak but i might go

show ’em that i got it whom i’m riding down the block (block)
never gonna stop i be f-ckin’ 2pac with this
and we eyeing for the top (top)
let me put it on lock, with my middle finger up

screaming f-ck the cops in this b-tch
got a pretty señorita on my c-ck and the pit
got me flying like i need no other option with this
i been feeling like a 100 karat rock with a drip (eyy)

[pre-chorus: curtismith]
d-d-d-dip with the sauce
i do not care if you don’t f-ck with us (don’t f-ck with us)
me and my boys, on the way up
you ain’t touching the squad

live like my son is asahd, see thru the fog
i be like ricky razon
ricky to bobby or ricky the ross
stickin’ to hobbies and making the b-bucks

and this is confidence
it’s not confidential, it’s common sense
i know consequences, ’cause i’m stuck with it
i ain’t condescending, you just a f-cking b-tch

and i’m done with this
trying to please you, b-tch i don’t need you
off with this and if it’s all legit? then we can talk it out
but just gimme a minute ’cause we ballin’ out

[outro:]
curtismith!
m-ssiah!
kingwaw!
kain na tayo
hoy! kain na tayo!
mga bwisit
tang ina kanina pa tinatawag eh
manong, magsibaba na dito!
ano ba ‘yan!
hay nako, ayaw talagang bumaba
haaaay!
pero ang ganda talaga ng kanta, tang ina

- careless music manila

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