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letra de no help - dudeylo

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[chorus]
spin through on a bike, like i’m deebo
doowop got packed, disappeared like he nemo (doo-wop)
i-i’m spinning blocks so we calling him rico
bro at they door tryna shoot through they peephole
like she a thot, no i do not need her
she gon’ line who? now i might wanna meet her
like-like her thong, that sh-t back while i beat it
l-like, i won’t stop till i see that she creaming
i-i’m like brodie, i think that we here
this where they take pictures and post on the gram
that’s ptsd, almost threw on a fan
like, told my gun that you better not jam
word to my dead i took trips
and, word to my dead they ran rick
i was on 8th, i came back with the 5th
like, ask twin, on bro, i threw 6

[verse]
opp blocks, like, yeah, i done cleared those
opp thots, me and brodie done shared those
.40 so loud, that sh-t f-ck with my earlobes
i got my gun, n-gga, why would i fear yours? (baow)
we go to they side n-gga everything dead
like they know how i get off the meds
i ain’t wanna do this, but they got me fed
like, d- got shot in his neck
we come to that lot (like)
no, we ain’t coming to box
b-tch, i’m from harlem, i came to the bronx
[?] tryna see something drop (ahh)
what they know about pain?
shedding tears, shedding blood for the gang
[?], next day, made it rain
and my dreadhead ‘ooter gon’ pop out and flame (sb)
l-like we don’t say rick, we say relly
try to run, put the dot where his head be
a-and i’m still on that block totin’ kelly
i’m in a bad mood, so you better not test me
[chorus]
spin through on a bike, like i’m deebo
doowop got packed, disappeared like he nemo
i-i’m spinning blocks so we calling him rico
bro at they door tryna shoot through they peephole
like she a thot, no i do not need her
she gon’ line who? now i might wanna meet her
like-like her thong, that sh-t back while i beat it
l-like, i won’t stop till i see that she creaming
i-i’m like brodie, i think that we here
this where they take pictures and post on the gram
that’s ptsd, almost threw on a fan
like, told my gun that you better not jam
word to my dead i took trips
and, word to my dead they ran rick
i was on 8th, i came back with the 5th
like, ask twin, on bro, i threw 6

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