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Ridla - Bruno lyrics

Artist: Ridla

album: Bruno


I-I-I-I-I love Chris Rich
Let me tell you what I do know
Stack fat like Sumo
Ayy, do it and done him
Ridla
Tru-truth be told, me I'm good on my Jones
Ain't nobody wanna battle with bro
Don't shit me though, what you mean he told?
Yo, I used to let him inna my home
Hooya tried warn me about these foes (Woah)
Showed me how little I know
And I didn't wan' listen, guess who's missin'?
As soon as your boy turnt low, them (Them)
And they don't want smoke, blem, friends (No, no)
I ain't got loads, 10's
When you buck my niggas
We pull triggers, we don't pretend when (Bow-bow)
We get 'round, we don't make no sound
They do gang for clout (For clout)
Mindi-mindi come long like crouch
Ouch, screamin' out (How?)
How-how-how block ain't vacant
When it's more than 50, locked
Me, I'm on the backroads, dodgin' these cops
I don't want my Jack-Jones
I don't wanna get stopped it's tucked (No)
Can't-can't lack
The boy love cap like snapback
'Round here, stuffin' pairs like blackjack
I don't back chat
If I back that, make a fuckboy backtrack (Ay, ay)
Let me-let me tell you what I do know (Do know)
Stack fat like Sumo
Flip packs judo, broski soon home (Soon)
See if I make a cats nose turn red, like Rudolph
Ay do it and dun him (Bang)
Was it me or bro? Yo, who knows?
Play my position on the field like Bruno
Same time, I wanna make it home like Ludo
3AM on the high road
Might splash a man down 'til I hear his high notes (Ching, ching)
Watch a boy leak like Biro
Never ran from them pricks, only 5-0
Nee-naw
Never settled for less, gotta see more
Mummy ain't impressed thought I'd be more
Lately, I been stressed, gotta reach for
Yeah, I reach for my mindi
When I'm all alone, it assists me
Don't stop, touch bones like Dixy
Your girlfriend on my phone, sayin' (Pick me)
Aw shit, G
Control your misses, in the bando
Keep an eye on the diddus
With my Rambo, come longer than midget
No tobacco, got smoke for a idiot's idiots
You-you can get sent to the sky like angel (Sky)
If I put a hole in you, bagel
She only rollin', she know that I'm stable
No labels, I ain't bookin' no table
She ungrateful, but she sweet like maple
So, she might get a bit of my time
If it ain't the cash callin' I decline
Take time, you don't wanna see my bros rewind (Rewind)
Shit, shit, I meant reverse (Reverse, reverse)
Shoot first, think later
This weren't rehearsed they hide so we gotta re-lurk
Change a boy face, now he gotta go turn
Dirty, all-all my niggas get 'round so worksy
Aimin' for necks or jerseys
Break a box, if not, I get jerky
Nuttin' else worthy (No, no)
Let me-let me tell you what I do know (Do know)
Stack fat like Sumo (Sumo)
Flip packs judo, broski soon home (Soon)
See if I make a cats nose turn red, like Rudolph
Ay do it and dun him (Bang)
Was it me or bro? Yo, who knows?
Play my position on the field like Bruno
Same time, I wanna make it home like Ludo
Let me-let me tell you what I do know (Do know)
Stack fat like Sumo
Flip packs judo, broski soon home (Soon)
See if I make a cats nose turn red, like Rudolph
Ay do it and dun him (Bang)
Was it me or bro? Yo, who knows?
Play my position on the field like Bruno
Same time, I wanna make it home like Ludo
I-I-I-I-I love Chris Rich

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