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letra de 1969 - rjldiablo

[verse 1]
i just hit a doubled, i got f-cked (i got f-cked, yeah)
talked to cardi b then i got drugged (then i got drugged, yeah)
do not talk to me, ’cause boy, you suck (oh yeah, you suck, yeah)
try to talk your sh-t, don’t give a f-ck (don’t give a f-ck, nah)
kicked me from your group, but you sold triple-cardboard
my zuzu go doot-doot, doot-doot, nardwuar
f-ckin’ all the mothers on the block, boy, i’m your father
you thought you k!lled that beat? i could go harder
remember being twelve and listening to 6lack
listened to the lyrics, singing even though i rapped
cut the cr-p, i listen to all these rappers who sellin’ crack
and i’m relating to the lyrics ’cause i came up in the trap, like

[chorus]
riding ’round the block like it’s 1969
your boy got a pistol, it’s from 1955
hopped up in the car with some ittie-bitties, right
f-ck up the club, it get sh-tty-sh-tty, right, ayy
riding ’round the block like it’s 1969
your boy got a pistol, it’s from 1955
hopped up in the car with some ittie-bitties, right
f-ck up the club, it get sh-tty-sh-tty, right, ayy
[verse 2]
they was the youngins who would never do that
they’d hold it but they’d never shoot that
now you got your grades up, don’t lose that
but now you up, don’t be a hood rat, uh
two x’s on my face so i’m looking like juice (juice)
hopped up in the church and i prayed for the truth (truth)
this world is lying to me and i wanna know who (who)
who, who the f-ck is doing this? my life i’m gonna lose, yeah
tryna get the money for my mama born in 1969
and i’m working for my father, he’s from 1959
rj, he got a pistol, it’s from 1955
let’s get right, let’s get up, come on, show them ittie-titties, bittie-b-tch (yeah)

- rjldiablo

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