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mirod, i - mirod lyrics

[ part i: pops]

[intro: ytn ellie]

who?
who? (you)
who?
who? (it’s you, mirod!)
who?
who? (stop pretending)
who?
who?
who?

[verse 1: mirod]

i’ve left particles on the ground
my sp*ce can’t make sound
sp*ce bar, tap it now
now, now
sorry i wasn’t around
mirod, my child
mirod, i shout
i’m sorry, i’ma say it loud
prison wasn’t easy for yo pops
please, i’m begging don’t go to the opps
preparations of working with mops
janitorial life, with 3 sum’ other jobs
you momma ain’t f*cked with me in years
i don’t mean s*xually, that’d be weird
i don’t mean to anger you in bad spirit
but i’ve drunken some bad spirit
[hook 1: mirod ytn ellie]

tell it how it is, you son of a b*tch (ooh)
you really ain’t sh*t, prison made you a b*tch (i never missed you)
i, i, i
why don’t you know the name?

[verse 2: mirod, jhuan]

welcome back to alchoholic’s annonymous
if you really wanna change yo life, changе yo enviroment
be patiеnt with everyone around you
don’t pay attention to issues that are so minute
how the f*ck you expect me to do all that?
do that cr*p, then still come back?
f*ck all of that, i’m going home to sip some jack
and beat my wife and beat my son then beat my mom
and beat his aunt, oh sh*t, i’m gone
oh sh*t i’m going back to jail but they can never take ‘live
i’ll commit suicide, it’s do or die
the stupid cop is front of me, f*ck him, it’s him and i
and we gon both jump off this bringe imbrace the hug of death like my grandma back in ’89

[part ii: mirod, i]

[hook 2: mirod]
club dancing, she put me on her instagram
i told her “no, baby”, you cannot go back to man’s
100 grams, all over 100 g’s
when i pull up with the gang, p*ssy it’s 100 gs

[verse 3: mirod]

never underestimate a gangsta
roomba, cleaning up the trash (ah)
focused on getting all this cash, i
been doing lives on tiktok, no kesha
no question, it’s the little things
she wanna marry me, she want the biggest ring
she is the baddest ting
i’m out here uk*ing
i could beat that wannabe in the boxing ring

[hook 2: mirod]

club dancing, she put me on her instagram
i told her “no, baby”, you cannot go back to man’s
100 grams, all over 100 g’s
when i pull up with the gang, p*ssy it’s 100 gs
club dancing, she put me on her instagram
i told her “no, baby”, you cannot go back to man’s
100 grams, all over 100 g’s
when i pull up with the gang, p*ssy it’s 100 gs
[verse 4: jhuan, ytn kuu, ion dimitru]

i need it quickly, she want it so quickly
f*ck up a bag, we ain’t playing in the little league
2001 gyall, call her serendipity
if wasn’t for cloudy we wouldn’t know anything
what’s up with that?
i need it back
sh*t’s getting rocky, gimme cash cash asap!
new car, race that
backwards, racecar (haida!)
forward, change up (haida!)
mad ting, slang (yeah, haida!)
jhuan out, are you mad bruv? (trrr!)

[hook 2: mirod]

[part iii: $$$$$$kit]

[skit: ytn kuu, mirod]

what if?
what if what?
what the h*ll are you talking about?
nah, forget it, its nothing

- mirod lyrics

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