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letra de riddims 2.0 - jesse medina

this is my life, this is what i do
the babies sh-t sound a little good
stacking lyrics in a zone vodka
see it, stopping it like they ain’t know it
these rhythms in my head got me composing in three be me,
beat spend dc, shutting the sh-t, over developed then over the script
half of the imagine, they even banging
i’m over the hit like a solo request
i’m in the zone on that bullsh-t
my own sh-t like when i own this
don’t let the pretty face near you
cuz in the mister versace, i might flip a split
let off and disrespectful
i’m whatever f-cking happened and put it in my death
yah, i’m here to get the cranky
make it mine for surely
drown swearing then a fast life zipping burning
up on million they sound, this what’s working
such to f-ck this such of drug
underground your surface
and everything’s a bad to me
you all drown to me, is now with this zen for me
my mama didn’t waste no time
i’m laughing but they sh-t for me
you can’t take sh-t from me
i use to try to make sense now i make money
i am sick sorry my nose running
the rhythm in my head it’s a rhythm to take
i had to dumm it down a thousand, call it now for me
i rather come to a highest mountain until my lungs collapse
from that ugly truth
but then remember how i was
i keep driving in the rain, it ain’t sunny
and i’mma make ’em pay a fortune for these forcing tells
like how we dash the cuch fair, february tell
i wouldn’t sell it but i was with the fallas that were
i never mention their name
tell you simply in plan, i had to slich on my brain
an put the switch on their game, and now i’m dope
you know i’m going insane, i blow it all from the face
then drop it for all that pain just let my n-gg- do
green like pedal to the floor
got the green grip, filling go back to the store
say what? solo
say what? solo
say what? solo
say what? solo
you don’t know my story, all you know it’s what might hurt me
i gotta admit that gran banz and move us to the birds
in 97 touch you down with ‘
right before their eyes will flow
don’t mean workless with the ‘
was putting clothes on is like i’m ..
design, but b-tch just got me right on time
tell me when the time is right, mix it with some bubbles water
see me like i’m cause with all that, is strip
they murder top’
they call me on six cell phones
crip you and pull you my diamonds with the bells on
a groupie n-gg- i cannot be,
if i die and do not breath in peace
are you a toreador like the
i flip a b-tch like it’s sweet blaze
we do not play
we see you coming on my out day
if i catch you n-gg- in a walk day
leave ’em in the chop ways

- jesse medina

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