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letra de bruno - ridla (malistrip)

bruno lyrics
[intro]
i love chris rich
let me tell you what i do know
stack [?] like zumo
i ain’t do it, i’m dumb, then
retro

[verse 1]
tru-truth be told, me i’m good in my jones
[?]
don’t sh-t me, bro, what you mean he told?
yo, i used to lay a [?] in my home
[?] on a bad b’s [?]
shawty had a [?], i know
and i didn’t wan’ listen, guess who’s missin’?
as soon as your boy turnt low, then
i didn’t want smoke, blem, friends
i ain’t got loads, tense
why you bun my n-ggas?
we pull triggers, we don’t pretend
when we get ’round, we don’t make no sound
do their gang for clout
mindi-mindi come long like crouch
ouch, screaming out, “how?”
our block ain’t vacant
when it’s more than 50, look
me, i’m on the backroads, dodging these cops
i don’t want my jack jones
i don’t wanna get stopped and stuffed
‘cah i can’t lack
the boy love cap like snapback
’round here, stuffin’ pears like blackjack
i don’t back chat
if i back that, make a f-ckboy backtrack
[chorus]
let me-let me tell you what i do know
stack [?] like zumo
fl!ck that’s judo, broski soon home
so i bet ya can’t turn your nose red, like rudolph
i ain’t do it, i’m dumb, then
was it me or bro? yo, who knows?
playin’ my position on the field like bruno
same time, i wanna make it home like ludo

[verse 2]
3am on the high road
man splashin’ man down ’til i hear his high notes
watch a boy bleed like [?]
never ran from them pr-cks, only 5-0
nee-no
never settled for less, gotta see more
mummy ain’t impressed for a beam, oh
lately, i been stressed, gotta [?] for
yeah, i reach for my mindi
when i’m all alone, it [?] me
don’t stop, touch bones like d-cksey
your girlfriend on my phone, saying, “pick me”
aw sh-t, g
‘cuz all your misses in the bando
keep an eye on them digits
with my rambo, come longer than midget
known to back more, got smoke for a [?]
just [?]
you-you can get sent to the sky like angel
if i put a hole in your bagel
she only rollin’, she know that i’m stable
no labels, i ain’t bookin’ no table
she ungrateful, but she sweet like maple
so, she might get a bit of my time
if it ain’t the [?], call her, not decline
take time, you don’t wanna see my bros with white
sh-t, sh-t, i meant reverse
truth first, [?]
rehe-rs-, they hide so we can’t re-lurk
change a boy face, now he can’t go turn
dirty, all-all my n-ggas get ’round so worksy
aimin’ for lungs, no jerseys
break her pots, if not, i get jerky
nah, it’s not worthy
[chorus]
let me-let me tell you what i do know)
stack [?] like zumo)
fl!ck that’s judo, broski soon home)
so i bet ya can’t turn your nose red, like rudolph)
i ain’t do it, i’m dumb, then)
was it me or bro? yo, who knows?)
playin’ my position on the field like bruno)
same time, i wanna make it home like ludo)
(let me tell you what i do know)
(stack [?] like zumo)
(fl!ck that’s judo, broski soon home)
(so i bet ya can’t turn your nose red, like rudolph)
(i ain’t do it, i’m dumb, then)
(was it me or bro? yo, who knows?)
(playin’ my position on the field like bruno)
(same time, i wanna make it home like ludo)

[outro]
i love chris rich

- ridla malistrip

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