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letra de be polite - d-block europe & tion wayne

[verse 1: young adz]
yeah, keys, keys, keys
to the yard, to the cars, to the trap spot
i make you freeze, freeze, freeze
when i back my mash like a jackbox (yeah, yeah)
wanna get even but they ain’t got the fundin’
my n-gga bought a new joint, it’s soundin’ like some thunder
play with somethin’ safe, got n-ggas that put you under
the way she spit and suck on it, can tell she got some hunger
i’m gang gang straight to the core, ma
bando baby 29, i run my corner
had to calm down and think about my daughter
this the realest n-gga story, i’m the author

[chorus: young adz]
yeah, straight henny, no ice
f-ck good, take flight
send a shooter on a bike
buy bricks, chop white
i’ll take you anywhere you like
‘member your manners, be polite
it’s me and you just for the night
can do whatever you decide
[verse 2: dirtbike lb]
yeah, i know that it’s hard for her
so, i’m pullin’ out these cars with the roof in the stars
in the trench where it’s hard to trust (ya dig?)
since i stopped pourin’ mud in a room full of n-ggas and i’m sure
told my n-gga, “it don’t matter where we are”
bring this tray everywhere when i’m steppin’, it’s a must (it’s a must)
figured out what it is, it ain’t love (ain’t love)
figured out i don’t need a fake hug

[chorus: young adz, tion wayne]
yeah, straight henny, no ice
f-ck good, take flight
send a shooter on a bike
buy bricks, chop white
i’ll take you anywhere you like
‘member your manners, be polite
it’s me and you just for the night
can do whatever you decide (t wayne from the—)

[verse 3: tion wayne]
i just copped the skeleton ap, sorry if i brag a lot
yeah, but i used to never have a lot
young and left the poor life
carti with me and the glock
ever touch the 9, bust, boom, bang, affi drop (boom)
bang, broke figures had me figurin’
d-mn, now this a picture i was picturin’ (yeah)
used to have a landlord, we were always bickerin’ (facts)
now my mansion (yeah), magnificent (come on)
cl!ck, clack, the richest riff raff (uh-huh)
just love the chitchat, just take his wig back
my babes know my mad past, we can’t step alone (yeah)
so date nights, we be flyin’ rome (italy)
although we rich now, i can’t even leave yet
t, come on, spin ’round, slap a couple eediats
wizzy so 9 (so 9), uh-huh
you would think i miss crime (brrt)
[chorus: young adz]
straight henny, no ice
f-ck good, take flight
send a shooter on a bike
buy bricks, chop white
i’ll take you anywhere you like
‘member your manners, be polite
it’s me and you just for the night
can do whatever you decide

- d block europe tion wayne

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