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versace called - mirod lyrics

[intro: adrian pleasov]

of, ce ma fac doamne eu?

[verse 1: ytn sella]

i need to survive to be able to die
need to comply if i wanna be alive
need to decide, which road i will ride
need to perscribe medicine for my
needs and problems for whatever i
decide to do for the rest of my life
decide to produce for this album where i
decide to prove to all the f*ckers who doubted me in this lifetime, i am much better between the you and i
just look between my eyes
it’s like you look at the sky
i promised my momma i will always pray to god
and i ask of the lord to take me if i defy
rules inside the coup, i’m riding to different parts
of this country that i live in if the car decides to start
the only person who picks up for everybody is my mom
when i pulled up to the crib she told me versace called

[beat*switch:]

[intro 2: xxm]
ba stai ce vrei?
ce?
ce ma?
cu cine pula mea crezi ca vorbesti?
taci ma

[verse 2: xxm, mirod]

am draci ma, daca te vad pe strada iti dau cu bata peste craci ma
mergi cu o carja, esti o rabla
vi cu tigani, ba nu*i problema
1*1 la barbut, c*asa jucam pe combina
nu te da interlop cand te dai la minore
te dai mare pula de zici ca esti al capone
am pula mare si controleaza mai multe zone
pot sa*ti fut mamicuta si p*asta o zic pe bune
imi pune, mana unde trebuie s*o manaca ca pe prune
o pun capra, doggystyle sau cum pula mea se spune
are glume, se crede mare smecher da il mestec ca pe gume
se crede interlop dar politia*l stie de nume
se duce in sectie si le zice “stai sa enumer”
cand ma vezi pe strada, sclavule fa placeciune

[verse 3: mirod]

we got it in the bag in this b*tch
don’t talk like you ain’t glad you a b*tch
know you’re jelous of the rolly, rolly, rolly on my wrist
yeah it shine like a b*tch
diamonds blinding me like rihanna’s f*cking forehead
we pulling up adjacent, we need mo’ bread
kinda feel like sella was talking bout his own death
rest in peace to kiddo, we was born diff’
if you do not like us, b*tch you’re tone deaf
do not go ’round talking bout cartoons and then acting like you know sh*t
do not try to sneak diss
we don’t publish online, but you do, tell me how the f*ck we got more hits
don’t roll up on the block again its dangerous
it is not the same now, b*tch its different
even sella started thinking you a b*tch, cause you were out there talking sh*t
p*ssy, you switched
atleast you didn’t snitch
hra went to the police, he didn’t even get hit
we finna catch him in his hometown for some biz’
he finna know we there, give a f*ck about a blitz
8 albums in, how the f*ck have i not missed?
[verse 4: ytn rokkz, mirod & ion dimitru]

nu m*as fi gandit vreodata
la asa viata, of!
why, is, everybody talking like they know, me
f*ck outta my face we are not homies
fat motherf*cker, go sit yo ass in golie
we don’t go to yo crib anymore cause we get roaming
all of us are ytn but some of y’all fonies
some of y’all funny
we pulling up, k!lling dumb b*tches like ted bundy
we need money, it’s yummy
we had to wipe his nose cause it runny
we was tryna do him good, i do not know why he was running
*sniff*, *sniff*, why it smell like chucky?
skeletons up in my closet
sh*t is scary, skinamarink
tell that hoe to come and get me
she suck my d*ck, that lil b*tch get me
don’t even need to be asking
she play with my b*lls, she multitasking
i had to tell her not to test me
you’re not teacher, do you get me?

- mirod lyrics

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