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letra de missiles - jay critch

[intro]
(dmac, pop your sh-t, dmac, pop your sh-t, yeah)

[chorus: jay critch & rich the kid]
uh, i’m blowin’ up, i gotta ride with missiles
uh, they only love you when it’s beneficial (beneficial)
girl, i’m sorry, all this money on me make it hard to miss you (hard to miss you)
walkin’ ’round with all these diamonds on me and it’s hard to miss ’em (hey)
i send a hit and they won’t miss ’em
don’t need no clout, so i don’t diss ’em
these pretty bullets, they gon’ kiss ’em
turn ’em to another victim
patek water
baby birkin for my daughter
they were sleepin’, i went harder
she gon’ ride it like a charter
[verse 1: jay critch]
on thе block, deep in that water (30)
these n-ggas got battеries in they back, they need chargers (n-ggas need chargers)
all that talkin’ from the sidelines just made me go harder (made me grind harder)
ain’t talkin’ money, then don’t even bother
they say they ballin’, i must be harden
shooter gon’ draw it like he an artist

[verse 2: rich the kid]
paint her face just like picasso
trustin’ a b-tch, that’s a no-no
your man, he rep for the promo
they don’t have the backend, that never show
is the love really real? you’ll never know
i’ma stay rich forever, one thing i know
bad b-tch iced out to her pinky toe
hood fav get the ‘rari, i’ma get the ghost

[verse 3: jay critch]
and the 30s slide, turn ’em to a ghost (ghost)
f-ck these hoes, but you know i never really want these hoes ’cause they do the most (the most)
tell them n-ggas keep it cool ’cause if they start me up, i’ma do the most
i went and got to the loot, now everybody actin’ unusual
whip all black like the funeral (hey)

[chorus: jay critch & rich the kid]
uh, i’m blowin’ up, i gotta ride with missiles (grrah)
uh, they only love you when it’s beneficial (beneficial)
girl, i’m sorry, all this money on me make it hard to miss you (hard to miss you)
walkin’ ’round with all these diamonds on me and it’s hard to miss ’em (ice)
i send a hit and they won’t miss ’em
don’t need no clout, so i don’t diss ’em
these pretty bullets, they gon’ kiss ’em
turn ’em to another victim
patek water
baby birkin for my daughter
they were sleepin’, i went harder
she gon’ ride it like a charter
[outro: jay critch]
hood fav
talk money gang
nico world
ayy
30

- jay critch

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