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mexicano riddim - 2rhude lyrics

[verse 1: fla jude]
we got soundcloud ceo on our f*ckin side
if somebody going stupid, then somebody f*ckin die
you got no capability
in listens we got agility
so we got credibility (yuh, yuh, yuh)

[chorus: fla jude]
back in the stu (u, u)
i don’t know you (u, u)
my fingers blue (u, u)
gratata (u, u, u)

[verse 2: parteair]
what you want, what you need
don’t do cocaine, you insane
wanna meet lil wayne, whole gang
you say some names, get banged
yeah my flow is sticky icky
contact me its tricky tricky
ask your girl yeah you a quickie
don’t pull out your bl!cky bl!cky
i can’t f*ck with her unless she work as a model, so
when i’m driving home to her that means i’m going full throttle
my gang be stealing, they be scheming, laid back til tomorrow
still they appealing, while still healing from the fight that they throw but i be
blabbering, i, i
be answering,i, i
be stuttering, i, i
be shattering, i, be
capping on these hoes, they won’t know
on my tippy toes, cuz it snows
be sellin out shows, now they know
my music gets hoes, cashflows

[verse 3: fla jude]
i got no charges under my belt
2rhude got that heat and you bout to melt
i had no kush and u never helped
when u came back, what was yo intent
now i’m smoking loud and smoke out the pound
i see you quivering i see you pout
2rhude is up next, you better believe
top of the rap game we gone be achieved
this beat is crazy, producer is wavy
we getting b*tches, they pretty like daisies
we making gains, while you staying lazy
got a strong mindset like we went in navy

[verse 4: parteair]
i’ll smack your ass you thought its a joke
2rhude we badass, but don’t do no coke
i told you deadass that you should have hope
that we is is the best b*tch we bout to blow
yeah my flow is sticky icky
contact me its tricky tricky
ask your girl yeah you a quickie
don’t pull out your bl!cky bl!cky
when i ride, sit tight homie
get high, no weed on me
when i die, don’t cry phonie
bye*bye, you don’t know me
typing mad sh*t when you sit in yo couch
my pants keep sagging cuz the cash pull ’em down
hot dude but can’t b*tch around, ain’t no clown
got drip on my clothes so i can’t even drown
i can kneel for you, but you gotta pay for these pants
new thing for me, now i show love to the fans
new chain on me, homies don’t change for me
i’m h*lla busy working, so don’t call me
you so tall but your d*ck is very small
got paid, gotta check now i’m going to the mall
i’m running up the place but i follow protocol
as a kid i was working, other kids played ball

[chorus: fla jude]
back in the stu (u, u)
i don’t know you (u, u)
my fingers blue (u, u)
gratata (u, u, u)

- 2rhude lyrics

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