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letra de ridley - lbn johann

{verse 1}
pop-out with a missile, you know where we at
we bust at his head, and his brains will go splat
balling like madden go check out the stats
finish that p-ssy like mortal combat
p-ssy a dope boy he thinks that he hood
running him down roll that boy in a wood
can’t get along b-tch i’m misunderstood
can’t spend the night if that p-ssy not good
don’t f-ck with b-tches i just want the fame
glock stay on my hip, b-tch, and i got the aim
we light up the block, and we call it propane
you f-cking with us p-ssy, what do you gain?
tired of these nights i’ve been going through pain
when i hit the top p-ssy, please don’t complain
riding with tools but this not a game
if bro hit a l!ck, he’s not taking the blame
{hook}
sit a the crib while i roll me some dope
off with his head if he asking for smoke
thinking sh-ts funny but this not a joke
keep popping pills just so i could cope
we catch em lacking, pop out with a scope
praying all night, i could get me a score
i’m at the bottom, but i got some hope
give it some time lets see where this sh-t go

{chorus}
stuck at the bottom, you f-ckers can’t beat me
i run some racks up and ball like young ridley
need me some bands imma cop me a bentley
i’ll hit the top then you b-tches can envy
they sit and watch like this sh-t an assembly
bust at your crib while i count up these fifties
b-tch, please relax, or this sh-t could get deadly
don’t get it twisted boy i am not friendly
stuck at the bottom, you f-ckers can’t beat me
i run some racks up and ball like young ridley
need me some bands imma cop me a bentley
i’ll hit the top then you b-tches can envy
they sit and watch like this sh-t an assembly
bust at your crib while i count up these fifties
b-tch, please relax, or this sh-t could get deadly
don’t get it twisted boy i am not friendly
{verse 2}
run through the checks diamonds bust you can’t see me
i pistol whip him his tears run like its fiji
don’t want to hear it you lame and you weary
stuff racks in my jeans yeah these mike amiri
p-ssy you a sucker you a scrub and i’m beaming
aim at your head, body drop and its leaking
imma get big stack them racks to the ceiling
your girl wanna f-ck, imma hit then i’m leaving
cum on her face, and it’s looking like snow
after we f-ck then she leaving for sure
shoot at the opps while high off this dope
2-4s like i’m kobe man r.i.p. bro
when i hit the rise yeah my chain, it gon’ glow
you tell me i’m capping yeah p-ssy i know
all of these pills got me moving slow
i’m draped in all black you could call me a crow

{hook}
sit a the crib while i roll me some dope
off with his head if he asking for smoke
thinking sh-ts funny but this not a joke
keep popping pills just so i could cope
we catch em lacking, pop out with a scope
praying all night, i could get me a score
i’m at the bottom, but i got some hope
give it some time lets see where this sh-t go

- lbn johann

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