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letra de rico - trapmadejason

[chorus]
i feel like young thug, you know i ride wit’ a gunna
n-ggas be 12 for real, put a rico on me, they gon’ do me like gunna
on the ‘gram he john wick, in reality that n-gga a runner
i’m f-ckin’ this white ho’, i be paintin’ her face, pmo in her stomach

[verse]
he claimin’ that sto’ but that’s my sto’, post that bail [for two switches, jus’?] lil bro
i really get active, like f-ck all that rappin’, i make a opp n-gga get low
you can’t run off on me, i’ma shoot off the rip, get locked in that cell like my big bro
glock with a drum and that b-tch on my hip, i make a n-gga get little
if my bih’ get to trippin’, i’m leavin’ that b-tch so i ain’ finna’ argue wit’ you
i let the smoke die down, then i jus pop out the blue
b-tch i been poppin’ the bars, i fell in love with the blue’s
step on ya’ neck and i break it b-tch, i’m on your neck like crew
step over a n-gga like a.i., you know i shoot at the rim
go to new york wit’ a shank and slaughter a n-gga, now it’s blood on my timbs
this sh-t could get scary, put on a mask like i’m michael and chop every limb
this sh-t could get crazy like billy and mandy, i’m takin’ souls like the grim
i be hearin’ them dissin’-
but i play it deaf when they see me, they blind, so i don’t care
it’s a price on yo’ head and my bro wanna’ grab it ’cause he said he never had moncler
he said “on my dead”, he be outside, he don’t een’ wanna’ go there
when i find where his bro buried at, i’ma ash on his sh-t, ya’ll gon’ see when ya’ll go there
one of them n-ggas playin’ both sides, he green so you know it’s a go, uh
one of them n-ggas big mad, me and gang f-cked on his ho’ and went ghost, uh
one of them n-ggas actin’ confused, like he ain’t know it was smoke, uh
daroo, he told me to chill, they ain’ on nun’, so i’m droppin’ it tho’, uh, uh
[chorus]
i feel like young thug, you know i ride wit’ a gunna
n-ggas be 12 for real, put a rico on me, they gon’ do me like gunna
on the ‘gram he john wick, in reality that n-gga a runner
i’m f-ckin’ this white ho’, i be paintin’ her face, pmo in her stomach

- trapmadejason

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