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letra de from the jump - mischief

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[producer tag]
lauky beatz

[bridge]
push and counting up funds
step and get that work done

[hook]
o’s
plenty
push, we counting up funds (dashers)
poles
ready
step and get that work done (work)
still dirt him up in these retros
boot mans face in jay-1’s (boot that)
out ‘ere wildest from young
on badness right from the jump (from the jump)

[verse]
on my block paid in full like ace
i’m just trying be ‘rich’ like porter
on the scales with a thousand 8
i go ku if it’s any shorter
do work and my shop pre-order
hit the corner
with this corn up
in the t-house counting bankrolls
looks like a money h–rder
ain’t slept, got sleep disorder
cah [?] ain’t well off yet
it’s monday morning jarring
i’m feeling sluggish sending texts
then the heat just cracked the ‘rex
now the stove a proper mess
i’m scooping up the rest
need a quarter back like the new york jets
got 2 sim-cards just ringing
ain’t top no cred’ up still
just throwed this coca drowning
now i’m tryna save it life-guard drill
i’m looking at their vids like “just my luck, i should’ve caught him”
pop-up on them no warning, cut then cut ain’t into talking
and cah that snow get cut
wrist and neck iced out no stylist
designer kicks i’m stepping out these ones on zero-mileage
[?] just check my sizes
checked-out like 2 free items
now i’m up on uk rapper fits go look and check them prices
my bedroom looked the ep bro
baddest b-tches
brown leng ones and they sat-up good
they off them knickers
fam, any girl that’s round the g real frisky
not fidget
i’m off soon as i hit it
phone rings no time for chilling
ain’t with the pointless convo
talk more money with bros
i’m trying to flip ‘de niro’
guys won’t leave me alone
serve food like crepes & cones but delivered to your homes
i put two 8 c0ke in bowls, fl!ck my wrist now there’s 2 o’s

[hook]
o’s
plenty
push, we counting up funds (dashers)
poles
ready
step and get that work done (work)
still dirt him up in these retros
boot mans face in jay-1’s (boot that)
out ‘ere wildest from young
on badness right from the jump (from the jump)

[verse]
we were teens trying to leave them rubbed
up smoke try air their lungs
how them guys run them gums?
when all they do is run
anytime man slide its redrum rides ain’t into silly games
from different hills but they’ll drill for me and know i’ll do the same
and the fedz, on silence ain’t got answers like sway
then i’m back up out them cells and back to money straight away
and we live up in the fields, can’t tape me off like kappa
0-19 nothing changed still trying to leave them hashtag-ketchup
[?] on the curb but it disburse put money in the lastic
put money first then waps i’m burst before paying my taxes
my hoodie crucified like jesus, cross on my back
everyday i wake i’m seeing papers, i give god thanks

[outro]
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