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la plaza - r1co lyrics

eurt si em tuoba yas yeht gnihtyreve
la
them super powers gettin’ neutralized, i can only watch in silence
the golden boy that we once knew is lookin’ paranoid and now is spiralin’
you’re movin’ just like a degenerate, every antic is feelin’ distasteful
i calculate you’re not as calculated, i can even predict your angle
fabricatin’ stories on my personal life ’cause you heard mr. dezso
a pathetic master manipulator, i can smell the tales on you now
you’re not a rap artist, you a colonizer with the hopes of being accepted
tommy hilfiger stood out, but xakon never had been your collection
i make music that electrify ’em, you make music that pacify ’em
i can double down on that line, but spare you this time, that’s random acts of kindness
know you a master manipulator and habitual liar too
but told them lies about me so ima tell these truths ’bout you
shoo, shoo, shoo
shoo, shoo, shoo
bi*bi*bi*bi*bi*bi
yeah, i’m out the way, yeah, i’m low, okay
yeah, the island right here’s remote, okay
i ain’t thinkin’ about no reaper
n*gga, i’m reapin’ what i sow, okay
got a andres and a carlos all in my house, like i’m hen, okay
nissan, made his own fam and them types sell they soul, okay
everybody wanna be rico ’til they get chipped by my throwaway
and i might drop a song a day, once a lame, always a lame
oh, you thought the money, the women or fame would make you go away?
have you ever played have*you*ever? okay, n*gga, let’s play
have you ever walked your enemy down, like with a poker face?
have you ever paid 800$, like to an open case?
well, i have, and i failed at both, but i came out straight
i hate when a n*gga go talk about guns
then somebody die, they turn into nuns
then hop online, like “pray for my father”
he fakin’ for likes and digital hugs
his daddy a k!ller, he wanna be junior
they must’ve forgot the sh*t that they done
dementia must run in his family, but let it get shaky
i’ll park his son
the very first time i shot at carlos, the homie had told me to aim at his waist
i didn’t point down enough, today, i’ll show you i learn from those mistakes
somebody had told that me you got a shirt, on god, i’m ready to double the wage
i’d rather do that than let a hispanic n*gga make big turn in his grave
cutthroat business, you got sh*t twisted
what is it? your grades!?
i hurt your feelings? you don’t work with me more? okay
there’s three goats left, and i see two of ’em kissin’ and huggin’ in class
i love ’em to death, and in eight bars, i’ll explain that phrase, huh
it’s nothin’ n0body can tell me, huh
i don’t wanna talk with no yoshi, huh
they know i got language barriers, huh
there’s no accent you can sell me, huh
yeah, yosh and carlos know i’m a selfish n*gga
the crown is heavy, huh
i pray they my real friends, if not, i’m ynw melly
i don’t like you poppin’ that sh*t at my girl, for her, i inherit the beef
yeah, f*ck all that pushin’ p, let me see you push a e
you better off spinnin’ again on him, you think about pushin’ me
he’s ethan pair i’m ethan brown, yeah, i’m whoppin’ feet
we ain’t gotta get personal, this a friendly fade, you should keep it that way
i know some sh*t about n*ggas that make the devil look like a saint
this ain’t been about disses, not about gimmicks, not about who the greatest
it’s always been about love and hate, now let me say i’m the biggest hater
i hate the way that you look, the way that you eat
i hate the way that you speak
i hate the way you sneak diss, if i catch flight, it’s gon’ be direct
we hate the sh*t that you say cuz it be sounding off a perc
and notice, i said “we”, it’s not just me, i’m what the culture feelin’
how many more fairytale stories ’bout your life ’til we had enough?
how many more black friend ’til you finally feel that you’re black enough?
i like carlos with the nice sh*t, i don’t like him when he act tough
you gon’ make a n*gga rip that perm off, let me see if zabs really crash somethin’
yeah, my first one like my last one, it’s a classic, you don’t have one
let your core audience stomach that
then tell ’em where you get your nails done
ak, it’s a fast one, bow*bow*bow, last one
headshot for the year, you better walk around like daft punk
remember?
ayy, bro shaun, who the f*ck they think they playin’ with?
“k!ller is my middle name as soon as you jump off of that plane, b*tch
i’m allergic to the lame sh*t, only you like bein’ played wit
rocco can’t give you no swag neither, i don’t give a f*ck ’bout who you hang with
i hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk
i hate the way that you dress
surprised you wanted that feature request
you know that we got some sh*t to address
i even hate when you say the word “n*gga”, that ain’t just me i guess
some sh*t real cringeworthy, it ain’t even gotta be deep, i guess
really hate when you see success, nothing about me is blessed
keep makin’ these songs, rapping on beats and it’s gon be more threats
i’m knowin’ they call you the boy, but where is the dad? ’cause i ain’t see him yet
matter of fact, i ain’t even bleed him yet, can i bleed him? bet
when i see you stand by xiara, i believe you see two bad b*tches
i believe you don’t like women, it’s real competition, you might pop ass with ’em
let’s speak on the money, show me your bands
i’ll make sure i double back with you
you gave bread a n*gga that gave bread to a n*gga that said he gave bread to that n*gga
try cease and desist on the “fashion” record?
ho, what? you ain’t like that record
“rico diss”, i like that record
i’ma get back to that for the record
why would i call around tryna get dirt on n*ggas?
y’all thinkin’ my life is rap?
that’s ho sh*t, my dad gotta raise me, but i can see you don’t know nothin’ ’bout that
wakin’ me up, know nothin’ ’bout that
then tell me to pray, know nothin’ ’bout that
then givin’ me tools to walk through life like day by day, know nothin’ ’bout that
teachin’ me morals, integrity, discipline, listen man, you don’t know nothin’ ’bout that
speakin’ the truth and consider what god’s considern’, you don’t know nothin’ ’bout that
ain’t a one*v*one, it’s one*v*twenty since i gotta smack n*ggas that write with you
yeah, bring ’em out too, i clean ’em out too
tell rocco that he better stay right with you
am i battlin’ carlos or ai? n*gga feelin’ like joel osteen
funny, he was in a film called “ai”
and my sixth sense tellin’ me to off him
i’ma bl!ck n*ggas all in they coffin
yeah, la plaza n*ggas is d*ck riders
tell ’em run to america to imitate heritage, they can’t imitate this violence
what i learned is n*ggas don’t like baltimore
and i’m fine with it, i’ll push the line with it
pick a n*gga off one at a time with it
we can be on a same hour time difference
don’t speak on the family, jose
it can get deep in the family, jose
talk about me and my family, jose?
someone gon’ bleed in your family, jose
i be at la plaza eatin’ fried tacos with the queso and nachos, josie
tell me you’re cheesin’, ya
we can do this right now on the camera, jose
ayy, f*ck y’all n*ggas, i don’t trust y’all n*ggas
i wave one finger and dump y’all n*ggas, like, “mmm”
field goal, punt y’all n*ggas, they punk y’all n*ggas, n0body never took my food
whoever that’s f*ckin’ with him, f*ck you n*ggas, and f*ck the industry too
if you take it there, i’m takin’ it further
psst, that’s somethin’ you don’t wanna do
ooh
we don’t wanna hear you say “n*gga” no more
we don’t wanna hear you say “n*gga” no more
stop

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