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letra de ​​​​maison mihara​​​​ - ​yvngxchris

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​​​​maison mihara​​​​ lyrics
[verse 1: yvngxchris]
ayy, what’s on my kicks? mihara, that’s maison
they wanna be yvngxchris copy and pasted
i pop me a xan, got my tummy aching
but, i might go insane, come on, f-ck it, let’s go
it was marvelous when she gave me that throat
i’ma park it, b-tch, then i aim at his bro (wait, hold on)
b-tch, i’m ’bout to air this b-tch out at the red light
and you tryna f-ck? let me know if i guessed right
i leave a f-ck n-gga dead if he test mine
choosing a glock like, “who be the best .9?”
choosing out opps like, “who be the best guy?”
b-tch, you not gang, you still got a bedtime
best not test me, won’t be a next time
this godd-mn xd put you in rest time
slide with them choppas, i do this
yvngxchris in this b-tch, and i’m booted
and i got a chinese plug, i swear to god, that n-gga buddhist
my young n-gga pass me the rock, like a godd-mn free throw, i’m finna aim it and shoot it
in love with the money, my n-ggas cupid
i’m d-gg-ng them hoes, i’m feeling like rufus
i’m not a director, but my n-ggas shooting

[verse 2: midwxst]
uh, know my n-ggas shooting
off of the gas, late at night, know we zooted
i told her i slay her, i did it, i do this
we give him peace, like that boy was a buddhist
you say you can rap, but i know that you can’t
walk around town with them bands in my pants
choppa gon’ make that boy shimmy, he dance
got me some money, i might move to france on some, “f-ck it” sh-t
i do not care if i get in no trouble, b-tch
checking my goals off my f-cking bucket list
he made a grand? okay, n-gga, i’ll double it
he tried to run up, that lil’ n-gga tumbling
i know some brothers that ride around town with a mo’f-cking stick in they hand
i’m finna hit bape in tokyo, i might just take a lil’ flight out to f-cking j-pan
if he wan’ be fishy, then he get a hook
i call up my cutter, he lighting ’em up
my life is a story, see this sh-t in books
none of you n-ggas know how long this took
i’m stepping on necks, hit that boy with my foot
i’m putting that boy in my pack, in my ‘woods
if he say i’m not hard, then he misunderstood
the f-ck is a rifle? my bro shoot them slugs
i know he slumped as a b-tch, know that boy need a hug, need his teddy, he best go to sleep
know that i walk in the function, the girls, know they see me, they weak and they fall at they knees
you can say that you get money, but i make the sh-t in a day that you make in a week
already know that n-ggas hating on me, ’cause i see my name up in they mo’f-cking tweets, b-tch

- yvngxchris

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