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letra de in the loop - mjpaid & fordio

[intro: mjpaid]
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n-ggas)
d-mn

[verse 1: mjpaid]
i wake up in the mornin’ and i’m rack chasin’
you don’t ever pass the rock, b-tch, you stat chasin’
atm jam era had my back breakin’
n-ggas spent that pua, now you back basic

[verse 2: fordio]
she still end up in the loop even though she taken
lately i don’t wanna talk, it don’t include payments
this ain’t call of duty, [?] give a n-gga tracers
i heard his tape, and that b-tch was all mid-range

[verse 3: babytron]
said he had some loud, opened the bag and i ain’t hear nothin’
when i rock essentials only time i fear somethin’
t–th straight, don’t need a grill, might get my ears flooded
i just made my pop a lava lamp, hеard you be beer chuggin’

[verse 4: mjpaid]
with that weak-ass bin, you ain’t clearin’ nothin’
monеy counter loud as h-ll, i ain’t hearin’ nothin’
fear of god only time a n-gga fearin’ somethin’
‘fore i ever got a b-tch, i was gettin’ punches
[verse 5: fordio]
if you ever need a script, you can hit unky
every time i take a sip, she call me a junkie
yeah, it ain’t sh-t to grab a slip, have her drop the money
i’m stickin’ to the stilpane ’cause it really love me

[verse 6: babytron]
used to be the mex, now it’s mike amiri
ridin’ with some sh-t, i’m only down to take that ride with siri
self scannin’, jabber hook, i’m startin’ to feel like tyson fury
if he don’t got the tendency to hustle, i don’t like him near me

[verse 7: mjpaid]
if he ain’t tryna get a bag, i don’t want him close
show a b-tch a band, now she mad, say i do the most
you ain’t tryna touch a hundred, what you do it for?
your b-tch takin’ off the ksubis, all i see is song
searchin’ bins, i be sick when i see they gone
i’m addicted to the wock’, i can’t leave it ‘lone
so much sh-t finna ship, think i need a boat
[?] got the scripts, call turkey if you need a ‘bow

[verse 8: fordio]
it ain’t sh-t to clear a card off a mini load
i done sipped so much wock’, take me to morton grove
she see the bands stickin’ out it, now she wanna hold it
i know my ex b-tch sick that i’m movin’ on
she won’t find a [?] for me unless she build a clone
walk in the pharm’, fake cough like i got a cold
i need a wockhardt island when i’m rockin’ stone
she say, “how you claim you love me but you do me bold?”
[verse 9: babytron]
sippin’ out a baby bottle, no enfamil
catchin’ z’s off this sh-t, it ain’t no benadryl
i told lil’ brodie he should hit the booth instead of k!ll
opps always hidin’, they gon’ probably drop for fetty pills
i just shot the cannon, and caught a play on cherry hill
exotic everything, why you smokin’ larry still?
exotic everything, why you slidin’ in a honda?
you sippin’ cosmo, pink 10s look like wanda

- mjpaid fordio

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