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letra de ribz - young mistro twomg

why would i lie whn the life that i’m living is true
so i dont gotta say wat i do
dont gotta say wat i did
i got no time to play wit these kids
i be mackin’ ya b-tch i got rizz
she need breesh got jits
she thank god she met so she let me break up her ribz

make sure when you come, come correct
come at me wrong and you gonna get checked
go all the way for respect
fan duel draft kings who wanna bet?
if mistro threw then he threw at ya neck
them subliminal shots that they threw i deflect
me & mine i protect
from long range you get swish like da [net]
from long range you get swiss like cheeses
passion of christ make a n-gga need jesus
i make one call they reach ya
dress like fans and they oot thru da [bleechers]
dress like fans and they oot thru da crowd
we get nothing but love whn we move through the town
n-ggas know i’m the hottest around
if they dont well i know they know now
in my birk not a telfar
40 knock a n-gga out his h-llstar
40 knock him out his ricks
they would bop it pull it till it [cl!ck]
baby do that hips sh-t
this not a tat on my neck its her lipstick
straight hands dont need no gun
boy when i catch you dont trip dont [run]
poppin’ college pour it on a b-tch
spot full of ribz n they rockin’ they [hips]
poppin’ college pour it on a b-tch
spot full of ribz n they rockin’ like

- young mistro twomg

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