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letra de on the radar freestyle - nino breeze

[intro]
yeah, b-tch you already know
it’s your boy nino breeze, the new face of mmg
big 727, big pine county representer, fla in the building, n-gga
let’s get to it
uh-huh, yeah

[verse]
i done been styled on so much
probably why my heart all froze up
give it to your blood raw, no cut
i believe in hustle, no luck
find a n-gga realer than, no such
i’ma let my nuts hang, give no f-cks
i ain’t have a f-ckin’ thing when i growed up
now the money chump change if it fold up
sure ‘nough, everybody turned they back on
held it down, ran it up, now i’m back on
i be puttin’ on for the team, man, i’m backbone
i’m the best that ever did it with a trap phone
puttin’ trust in other n-ggas never last long
whoadie folded on me, could’ve been a sad song
but i found a way to shake back ’cause i’m that strong
catch plays ’til the pack gone
f-ck hoes ’til they dead tired
call bluff ’til the lead fly
i might go to catch a red-eye
on it up to bed-stuy
if it be about them dead guys
on me, i ain’t scared, boy
raw b-tch, kod, got her legs wide
beat her down, then she show me what the head like
forgiatos, f-ck ’em up at the red light
that lil’ money ain’t enough for no fed time
hundred thousand in a month, that’s my deadline
we got nothin’ to discuss if you play with mine
i got smackers in the cut, they’ll go too
droppin’ dummies on anything we go through
standin’ too tall, feelin’ like i’m goku
you gon’ smoke who? i send enough smoke to choke you
you got no clue what that yop or that scope do
promise everything hold true
promise everything 1k
i’m from a city for the gunplay
yeah, yeah
i’ma drip through the city in a whip that’s so pretty, need to put it on the runway
i don’t flag, i don’t pump-fake
go to jack, get you slumped, ayy
yeah, i be rippin’ and runnin’, watch me get to this money, b-tch, i’m up, f-ck they gon’ say?
give it to ’em like
me and foolie rollin’ ’round in a dually, hey
twenty-wall shawty, gold-mouth dog, it look like mookey
look like plies, look like trick, florida water all i spit
hang my neck, work my wrist, load my fire, talk my sh-t
just like this, who they gon’ get with?
cuban my chain, lookin’ like sl!ck rick
cartier watch, naw, this ain’t fitbit
in this ho flood, b-tch, i’m on lit-lit
hundred-round drum, thirty-shot d-ck-d-ck
and i’m gon’ dump ’til they go gllt-gllt
afghanistan sticks, boy, we totin’ big sh-t
you gon’ get did, you gon’ get flipped, jit
clearwater beach, f-ckin’ on thick b-tch
i’m in these streets, god as my witness
boy, i got my wrist lit, haters got they wrist slit, huh
say i’m fallin’ off, i must’ve missed it, yeah
clique full of squares, y’all pick stick
n-ggas been sick ever since i went and hit six figures
got ’em throwin’ up like when a b-tch sip liquor
no cut, i’ma tell it like it is, b-tch n-gga
naw, i don’t wanna kick sh-t with you
i don’t wanna rap no more
i don’t wanna vibe, i don’t want a cd, n-gga
catch me at the trap, oh, no
i was in a cell, couldn’t get a picture in the mail
couldn’t get a dollar on the books
when i touch land and i go to f-ckin’ up these bands
i’ma make ’em feel it when they look
spent like thirty grand bustin’ down the bezel and the band
dome a n-gga ‘fore i get it took
twenty-kilo gram, papi want three hundred when it land
first we gotta make sure that it cook
i don’t understand why these n-ggas think a n-gga playin’
know i went and got it out the streets
homie, i’m a beast, that’s a two-door with four seats
black on black, who could it be? that n-gga breeze
[outro]
yeah, b-tch, you already know what time it is, boy
came through and rapped this b-tch real quick
yes, sir

- nino breeze

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