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ricch flacko - cyberbully كلمات أغنية

[intro: remble]
(ah_ha_ha_ha, let’s do it, flacko)
it’s remble

[chorus: remble]
if i said it, then i meant it, get your bread up and go missin’
i feel threatened, it’s a lynchin’, ain’t no thinkin’ ’bout it (ain’t no thinkin’ ’bout it)
i’m finna kick the atm until the pape’ come out it (ayy, loera)
pour the drink out on her
get in the booth and i go ape, some like a bape promoter (échate una buena fe)
cuddy rise up on them n_ggas like he hate the floater
reach over here, you gon’ get crossed, who’s an ankle donor?
hop in that v and then exhaust it ’til i brеak the motor

[post_chorus: remble]
if you see me, just be cautious ‘causе i keep it on me
man, i keep it with me

[verse 1: remble]
like at least a fifty ’cause these streets is tricky
and my lil’ bro fighting them demons, he ain’t sleeping really
might just spark it up if brother think you blinking, mickey
now let’s k!ll the scandal
that’s on jerseys, that’s not a purse, b_tch, it’s a f_ckin’ satchel
who even f_ckin’ asked you? you don’t got no buzz
i had two dogs in that fight and they both won
let me show you somethin’
n_ggas smoke me if i owe you somethin’
don’t got blammer, then i’m pokin’ somethin’
ayy, you a cyberbully
told my big bro i needed help, he brought a rifle to me, yeah
all this bread i’m gettin’, yeah
i feel better with it (it’s remble)
[chorus: remble]
if i said it, then i meant it, get your bread up and go missin’
i feel threatened, it’s a lynchin’, ain’t no thinkin’ ’bout it (ain’t no thinkin’ ’bout it)
i’m finna kick the atm until the pape’ come out it
pour the drink out on her
get in the booth and i go ape, some like a bape promoter
cuddy rise up on them n_ggas like he hate the floater
reach over here, you gon’ get crossed, who’s an ankle donor?
hop in that v and then exhaust it ’til i break the motor

[post_chorus: remble]
no, b_tch, you can’t come over

[verse 2: willbandzz]
it was two_fifty for the backend
it’s a stove up in the trunk, he gotta back in
he pulled some fast sh_t and he got boxed in
twin choppers and a fn, had to cut off all loose ends, huh
switch keep shootin’, this the fifth_gen
tryna quit, i don’t drink gin, pink tens, she bought three friends
cookie wood, i don’t need blend, with the sharks in the deep end
shiesty on, it’s that season, i be trippin’ for no reason
f_ck it, put it on his head since he askin’ for it
nothin’ but sticks up in this coupe, i’ma have to floor it
he was loafin’ broad day, i just had to score
if you ain’t gon’ bust your strap, then what you comin’ for?
i got a hit, his wrist was glowin’, so i popped my door
channel 5 live news in my brand new dior’s
f_ck her and i’m outside where it’s hot
walkin’ with a limp because i’m prolly totin’ chops on bn

- ricch flacko

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