Bruno - Ridla: letras de canções, vídeos de música e concertos

Bruno

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Bruno foi lançado em 15 de julho de 2021 por Duetti (Migration) como parte do álbum Bruno - Single

Detalhes da canção

ÁlbumBruno - Single

Data de lançamento15 de julho de 2021

EditoraDuetti (Migration)

Melodicidade

Acústica

Valência

Dançabilidade

Energia

BPM73

DESCRIÇÃO GERAL

LETRA

Vídeo de música

Vídeo de música

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Ridla

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Ridla

Songwriter

Letra

I-I-I-I-I love Chris Rich

Let me tell you what I do know

Stack fat like Sumo

Ayy, do it and done him

Retro

Tru-truth be told, me I'm good on my Jones

Ain't nobody wanna battle with bro

Don't shit me though, what you mean he told?

Yo, I used to let him inna my home

Hooyo tried warn me about these foes

Showed me how little I know

And I didn't wan' listen, guess who's missin'?

As soon as your boy turnt low, them

And they don't want smoke, blem, friends

I ain't got loads, tense

When you buck my ****

We pull triggers, we don't pretend when

We get 'round, we don't make no sound

They do gang for clout

Mindi-mindi come long like crouch

Ouch, screamin' out, "How?"

Our block ain't vacant

When it's more than 50, look

Me, I'm on the backroads, dodgin' these cops

I don't want my Jack Jones

I don't wanna get stopped its tucked

'Cah I can't lack

The boy love cap like snapback

'Round here, stuffin' pairs like blackjack

I don't back chat

If I back that, make a fuckboy backtrack

Let me-let me tell you what I do know

Stack fat like Sumo

Flip packs judo, broski soon home

See if I make a cats nose turn red, like Rudolph

Ay do it and dun him

Was it me or bro? Yo, who knows?

Play my position on the field like Bruno

Same time, I wanna make it home like Ludo

3AM on the high road

Might splash a man down 'til I hear his high notes

Watch a boy leak like biro

Never ran from them pricks, only 5-0

Nee-naw

Never settled for less, gotta see more

Mummy ain't impressed thought I'd be more

Lately, I been stressed, gotta reach for

Yeah, I reach for my mindi

When I'm all alone, it assists me

Don't stop, touch bones like Dixy

Your girlfriend on my phone, sayin', "Pick me"

Aw shit, G

Control your missus in the bando

Keep an eye on the diddus

With my Rambo, come longer than midget

No tobacco, got smoke for a idiot's idiots

You-you can get sent to the sky like angel

If I put a hole in you, bagel

She only rollin', she know that I'm stable

No labels, I ain't bookin' no table

She ungrateful, but she sweet like maple

So, she might get a bit of my time

If it ain't the cash callin' I decline

Take time, you don't wanna see my bros rewind

Shit, shit, I meant reverse

Shoot first, think later

This werent rehearsed they hide so we gotta re-lurk

Change a boy face, now he gotta go turn

Dirty, all-all my **** get 'round so worksy

Aimin' for necks or jerseys

Break a box, if not, I get jerky

Nuttin' else worthy

Let me tell you what I do know

Stack fat like Sumo

Flip packs judo, broski soon home

See if I make a cats nose turn red, like Rudolph

Ay do it and dun him

Was it me or bro? Yo, who knows?

Play my position on the field like Bruno

Same time, I wanna make it home like Ludo

Let me tell you what I do know

Stack fat like Sumo

Flip packs judo, broski soon home

See if I make a cats nose turn red, like Rudolph

Ay do it and dun him

Was it me or bro? Yo, who knows?

Play my position on the field like Bruno

Same time, I wanna make it home like Ludo

I-I-I-I-I love Chris Rich

Written by: Ridla

Rodapé Shazam

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