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letra de rubbinoffthatpaint - young misty

[intro]
blue cult

[verse]
they say “lil misty, where you been it”
i’m just p-ssin’ the breeze
i be runnin’ up the check
that’s why these b-tches on me
i be coolin’ layin’ low not takin’ a seat
but just know a n-gga back and this time i won’t leave
i be runnin’ runnin’ runnin’ gotta check me a bag
i got hunnids on my neck and i got trues on my -ss
n-ggas sayin’ i’m gone broke, well i just take it and laugh
i be speedin’ that truck with 5-0 on my -ss
but i’m that n-gga
i won’t never change
rubbin’ off that paint
smokin’ dank
got an uzi in my lap i let it bang
free lil tay
know he keep a k
but he’s not tay-k
i up the chop and blow him watch this b-tch heat his face
i’m that n-gga
and all my young n-ggas pullin’ triggers, we gorillas
we let this b-tch let us feel us from you n-ggas
that’s always on ig with them yigges takin’ pictures
you n-ggas really hoes and you be acting like these b-tches
you n-ggas say y’all silent but y’all probably in there snitchin’
most the n-ggas that’s around me throwin c’s like they crippin’
but they do it for the twins, free lil corey and lil christian
but i’m rockin’ with my shooters and that’s mandatory
one up top like i’m mozzy, b-tch i keep a 40
you say i’m lackin’, n-gga try me, shoot you and yo’ shorty
i’m cookin up in the lab like i’m rick and morty
40 poppa
hit a mobsta, turn your brain to pasta
hit a opp up, you n-ggas really hoes and you be acting like these b-tches
you n-ggas say y’all silent but y’all probably in there snitchin’
most the n-ggas that’s around me throwin c’s like they crippin’
but they do it for the twins, free lil corey and lil christian
but i’m rockin’ with my shooters and that’s mandatory
one up top like i’m mozzy, b-tch i keep a 40
you say i’m lackin’, n-gga try me, shoot you and yo’ shorty
i’m cookin up in the lab like i’m rick and morty
40 poppa
hit a mobsta, turn your brain to pasta
hit a opp up
dreads sw-ngin’ just like i’m a rasta
smokin’ ganja and i’m zooted
walkin’ in my pradas
any n-gga test my gangsta n-gga
i’ma pop ’em
and we ain’t throwin’ hands with you f-ck n-ggas
it’s one up top up in that chamber, better duck n-gga
n-ggas dissin’ on lil valley, he get slumped n-gga
we shoot his body then we lay him in that trunk n-gga
i’m one-hundo, b-tch that’s on my life, i will never fold
a n-gga speakin on lil quay, well then that n-gga gotta go-
i’m really small but i can fight but i’ma still up that pole
for you n-ggas think i’m p-ssy, you gon’ have to show me, ho
police always at my f-ckin’ crib, i don’t tell ’em sh-t (nope)
i’m really rapping ’bout this f-ckin life, that i f-ckin’ live (pow pow)
but i be coolin’, tryna focus on them f-ckin’ dividends
but if it’s money near yo’ head, well i’ma f-ckin get it, man

- young misty

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