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letra de curbside - realrichizzo & cash kidd

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[intro: realrichizzo]
belt gang sh-t
mm, mm, mm-mm, mm, mm, mm-mm (uh-huh)
mm, mm, mm-mm
r.i.p. jumpout
what up, kid?

[pre-chorus: realrichizzo]
he at the pump, we finna leave him at the g-way (uh-huh)
hit his head and left him on the shoulder of the freeway (n-gga)
caught an opp, hit his face, now he can’t see straight (brrt)
his legs gone, he bought a wheelchair off of ebay

[chorus: realrichizzo]
takin’ orders, finna pull up on you curbside (uh-huh)
he exited off the ramp and he got left on the service drive drumstick, left him flat, but we ain’t order thighs (get it?)
my chain a hundred, you up this kid like his sh-t more than mine

[verse 1: realrichizzo]
he a l!ck, i play the crazy and let bro handle (uh-huh)
i used to hot wire cars, now we got programmers (techs)
they drop a window, i got my fingers on the door handle (it’s belt gang)
pour it up and drop thirty like i’m julius, i don’t know randall (julius randall)
ain’t in the field, you just be talkin’, doin’ commentary (lame)
when i was locked, i had a thousand on my commissary (uh-huh)
need an endors-m-nt deal with mike, i only buy amiri (mike amiri)
i’m in a ‘cat, chasin’ a rat, but this ain’t tom and jerry
bendin’, we got flipped and crashed the strike, we in a foot chase (uh-huh)
they gon’ try to throw the book, i catch a new case
man, grab a pitch, you n-ggas sweet like some kool-aid (like some kool-aid)
we ain’t the same, you know i’m different like i’m 2chainz (get it?)
[pre-chorus: realrichizzo]
he at the pump, we finna leave him at the g-way (uh-huh)
hit his head and left him on the shoulder of the freeway (n-gga)
caught an opp, hit his face, now he can’t see straight (brrt)
his legs gone, he bought a wheelchair off of ebay

[chorus: realrichizzo]
takin’ orders, finna pull up on you curbside (uh-huh)
he exited off the ramp and he got left on the service drive drumstick, left him flat, but we ain’t order thighs (get it?)
my chain a hundred, you up this kid like his sh-t more than mine

[verse 2: realrichizzo]
my old b-tch was soft as h-ll, i got a new girl (a new b-tch)
put the pounds up, gang, the boys just did a u-turn
the glock usher, f-ck around and get your crew burned (brrt)
i been the one, all these hoes know i’m too turnt
i can’t bend with everybody, they might tell on me (uh-huh)
izzo piece, you reach you gettin’ spanked it got a belt on it (n-gga)
like a bondsman, he get out, we gon’ bail on him (barry bonds)
bro shot him with his eyes close and left his head open (boy)

[pre-chorus: realrichizzo]
he at the pump, we finna leave him at the g-way (uh-huh)
hit his head and left him on the shoulder of the freeway (n-gga)
caught an opp, hit his face, now he can’t see straight (brrt)
his legs gone, he bought a wheelchair off of ebay
[chorus: realrichizzo & cash kidd]
takin’ orders, finna pull up on you curbside (uh-huh)
he exited off the ramp and he got left on the service drive drumstick, left him flat, but we ain’t order thighs (get it?)
my chain a hundred, you up this kid like his sh-t more than mine ( ha)

[verse 3: cash kidd]
them n-ggas lame, all my hoes call y’all the dorkie side
so many f-ckin’ pointers, i’m, i’m a porcupine (i’m, b-tch)
i put my new b-tch in chanel, ain’t no more jordan signs
them bullets flyin’, boy, take cover like it’s story time (boom, boom, boom, boom)
big cuban on my neck, make my shoulders ache (n-gga)
i hit the road with a puncher, feel like golden state (feel like draymond)
n-ggas shoes bent up, i know his rollie fake (i know it is)
he tried to pop it, left him assed out, coi leray (boom, boom)
you n-ggas got more paperwork than the maury stage
she been my d-ck eater for years, i still don’t know her name
i went to school with dog, he been soft since an early age (he soft)
i’m in a charger with the safety off like duran james (boom, boom)
say he put fifty on my head, my chain worth more than that (come on now)
the opps keep callin’ travels on us ’cause they know we step
feet up, hoein’ n-gga just earnin’ plaques
i’m geeked up like jordan off bernie mac

[pre-chorus: realrichizzo]
he at the pump, we finna leave him at the g-way (uh-huh)
hit his head and left him on the shoulder of the freeway (n-gga)
caught an opp, hit his face, now he can’t see straight (brrt)
his legs gone, he bought a wheelchair off of ebay
[chorus: realrichizzo]
takin’ orders, finna pull up on you curbside (uh-huh)
he exited off the ramp and he got left on the service drive drumstick, left him flat, but we ain’t order thighs (get it?)
my chain a hundred, you up this kid like his sh-t more than mine

- realrichizzo cash kidd

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