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letra de bill it - rv

[intro]
sykes, sykes
pipe it up, pj

[chorus: rv & k-trap]
bro said, “focus on rappin’, do it fulltime like ninety minutes” (h-llo)
easier said than done when your line keeps ringin’ (trust)
big arms like popeye, beat this one off, i might need spinach (i might)
see opps in the ride and spin it, drill it, if he dies, we bill it
bill that up, four-door truck, fill that up
bad b, she just wanna feel this nut, but i ain’t sure she’s filtered up
t-house filled with grub, louis, waitin’ for the bill to come
hand ting with a dodgy pin, step ’round there, gotta tilt this one
[verse 1: k-trap]
ordered corn and it’s from up north, shoot it all day when it lands (all day long)
green like man, i just say, “okay” and it’s mad (gone)
told miss, “don’t play with the bag”, could’ve saw it, it’s like an ak’s in the bag (long one)
no boys in the ‘hood when us man step, this trey gotta stay in the car (here)
in the field, we ain’t playin’ from far, get up close, score and cheer (cheer)
spot me an opp through the rear, i’ll let it air, oh, dear, oh, dear (oh, dear)
bro so rich, but his finger still got an itch, it’s cray, it’s cray (eurgh)
thousand and eight, see the scale, it’s bait it’s flake

[verse 2: rv]
black tracksuit like i went on a glide (skrrt)
she didn’t even know it’s prada (light)
the logo’s on the side, at first sight it might look like zara (mad)
i got whatever you need, white and brown, trump and obama
i got both, you ain’t gotta vote, f-ck politics, i ain’t one for the drama (baow)
still gotta hold this pole (long one), but this one ain’t no election (no)
he said he want smoke (what?), now his bro got his face on a pendant (rip)
when shh got shh, all of them paigons had to pour henny (haha)
’round here, we just bill up the opps (bill it), everyday, it’s 4/20
[chorus: rv & k-trap]
bro said, “focus on rappin’, do it fulltime like ninety minutes” (h-llo)
easier said than done when your line keeps ringin’ (trust)
big arms like popeye, beat this one off, i might need spinach (i might)
see opps in the ride and spin it, drill it, if he dies, we bill it
bill that up, four-door truck, fill that up
bad b, she just wanna feel this nut, but i ain’t sure she’s filtered up
t-house filled with grub, louis, waitin’ for the bill to come
hand ting with a dodgy pin, step ’round there, gotta tilt this one

- rv

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