letra de eastside - richi (malistrip)
[intro]
ayo, bullet
ay, krome, this one’s hard, ya know?
(i ain’t pullin’ no stunts like steve-o
that’s just me, though
i’m out of snow in the room
would’ve thought that my name was al pacino
she know that your boy’s on greeze mode
why you think shorty rates mine?
come outside, it’s play time)
[chorus]
they’re like, “where you been?”
i’m still baking on the eastside
we dropped ’nuff bodies
so we make noise ’round these sides
rich went hard in the trap
made my name off that white and b line
my runner’s runnin’, my bagger’s baggin’
me? i swing shots in the meantime
you already know what my fiends like
love to all of my junkies, done it on the block
i done it in country, built it up
and got the line jumpy, jumpy
i’m always on time with the cats
all my bisheads dem love me
alleyway filled with nuttin’ but zombies
lookin’ like harlem, but i ain’t bumpy
[verse 1]
i look rough ‘cah i’m probably in trap mode
i’m back, though, normal, straight out the bando
n-ggas can’t talk on the kid
i slapped man on the mains, cheffed man on the backroads
me, i barricade that back door
anytime me and bro whipping that flake up
gyal try come, all caked up
me, i like my girls with no makeup
only one night i’m gone
back to the money, darling, that’s where i belong
just touched down in my spot
copy and paste that text, i’m on, i’m on
brudda, you talk too much
you ain’t never slid with a gun, try do it like von
look in the mirror at what i’ve become
it is what it is, i still keep it one
whip that, rock that
smile on my face when i lock that
let’s fly ot, i’m on that
tt food, bet that cats will come back
whip that, c-ck back
man jump out the ride and pop that
you’re just good with words, like stop that
allow the verbal, we all know it’s not that
[bridge]
you already know what my fiends like
love to all of my junkies, done it on the block
i done it in country, built it up
and got the line jumpy, jumpy
i’m always on time with the cats
all my bisheads dem love me
alleyway filled with nuttin’ but zombies
lookin’ like harlem, but i ain’t bumpy
[verse 2]
i ain’t pullin’ no stunts like steve-o
that’s just me, though
amount of snow in the room
would’ve thought that my name was al pacino
she know that your boy’s on greeze mode
why you think shorty rates mine?
come outside, it’s playtime
would’ve thought i was doing up [h?]
i hit baby girl on a late-night
i need some lovin’, sweet like candy
this cute one’s light skin
lookin’ like alicia keys, ashanti
nah, you can’t trap me, now she’s all p-ssed
cuz the only thing i miss is the guys in xabsi
f-ck all the rap ps
me, i come up off whiskey and brandy
[chorus]
they’re like “where you been?”
i’m still baking on the eastside
we dropped ’nuff bodies
so we make noise ’round these sides
rich went hard in the trap
made my name off that white and b line
my runner’s runnin’, my bagger’s baggin’
me, i swing shots in the meantime
you already know what my fiends like
love to all of my junkies, done it on the block
i done it in country, built it up
and got the line jumpy, jumpy
i’m always on time with the cats
all my bisheads dem love me
alleyway filled with nuttin’ but zombies
lookin’ like harlem, but i ain’t bumpy
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