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letra de eastender - ridla

[intro]
ayy, j1, that’s flames, my bro

[chorus]
facin’ jail, can’t face my mother (can’t face my mother)
been a little while, still tell her that i love her
caught me a case, caught me another (yeah, i do)
see you talkin’ my name, but you callin’ me brother (but you callin’ me brother)
walk into jakes, only time i been a runner (i’m gone)
been my own boss, i ain’t no runner (grrt, grrt)
pay my own wages, still free the guys from the cages
been ages, a couple of summers (free them, free them)
[verse 1]
they gon’ smile in your face, but they hate you (they hate you)
if you spokе your mind, i might rate you (some p-ssies)
you wеren’t there from the jump, i won’t aid you (no, no)
you ain’t never did me nuttin’, i don’t blame you, nah
‘cah you never saw the vision
it was me and baby on hoe street flippin’
tryna wheel up a whole loada kittens, trust me (ayy, come here, come here)
tryna wheel up a whole loada kittens, yo (ayy, come here, come here)
stay round cats, grandma (grandma)
and i walk with a stick, grandpa
broski’s aimin’ for necks like lanyards
and my n-ggas got flake like dandruff (we do)
what’s it gonna be?
corn get flung, swords back outta sheaths how it’s gotta be
lts do it properly, white got broccoli
how you on the roads and you’re broke? that’s a mockery
feelin’ like skinna and dot
i got a glock near my waist, that’s a militant bop (bop, bop)
prolly ran up in your base, last year, i l!cked crops
and i’m on your estate ‘cah my n-ggas got the drop
like, let’s go there (let’s go there)
where they gonna be? broski, i know where (ayy, come, ayy, come)
seen them steps on the ‘gram, yeah, they pose there
any ic3s gettin’ lifted, i don’t care, that’s just how it goes here
[pre-chorus]
pour me a half set, now i’m feelin’ half stressed
active criminals, none of the dargs rest, way too digital
girls call me cynical, can’t lie to you, baby girl, that’s far fetched
lt originals, tapped individuals (some tapped individuals)
nuttin’ like them, we ain’t got the same minerals
fill him with sweets, nutritional
opps do miracles (grrt, grrt), swear he shoulda been in a casket (grrt, grrt)

[chorus]
facin’ jail, can’t face my mother (can’t face my mother)
been a little while, still tell her that i love her
caught me a case, caught me another (yeah, i caught me another)
see you talkin’ my name, but you callin’ me brother
walk into jakes, only time i been a runner (i’m gone, i’m gone)
been my own boss, i ain’t no runner (no, no)
pay my own wages, still free the guys from the cages
been ages, a couple of summers (free them, free them)

[verse 2]
for the lizzy, i’m busy
i’m there if there’s cheese at steak like philly (i am)
me, i’m from the east end like billy
really don’t take much to turn you off, no biggie
and i heard ridla’s wet, oh really? (oh really? oh really?)
i know he talks all this wass, but will he?
but i’m still in my block, come see me
please don’t lack ‘cah i’m here with my thingy, i’m here (ayy, ayy)
seventeen on my back like trezeguet (huh?)
and i’m aimin’ for heads like tresemmé (huh?)
check my resume, made racks before rap, bare tramps
and they’re lyin’, they ain’t gettin’ paid
they don’t care how i phil and i needed a grant
i was broke doin’ jack, couldn’t stay on my -rs-
then i l!cked me a dot (grrt, grrt), tryna fill him to the max like brannin’ (grrt, grrt)
but these sweets never came from the shop (grrt, grrt)
i got family tellin’ me, “think, akh”
i got riders that’ll push your wig back
throwback, 2012, i was on a ridgeback
now i’m in a whizz with two tings and the tint’s black (skrrt, skrrt)
officer wanna know who did that
i don’t chit-chat (nope), yeah, it’s straight, no comment (yeah, it’s straight, no comment)
don’t slip akh if you see me dressed in pitch black then i’m mobbin’
[chorus]
facin’ jail, can’t face my mother (can’t face my mother)
been a little while, still tell her that i love her
caught me a case, caught me another
see you talkin’ my name, but you callin’ me brother
walk into jakes, only time i been a runner (i’m gone, i’m gone)
been my own boss, i ain’t no runner
pay my own wages, still free the guys from the cages
been ages, a couple of summers (grrt, grrt, huh?)

- ridla

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