Letra de Mist - EsDeeKid

(Feat. Rico Ace)

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Ayy, ayy, EsDee (O—)

La-la-lad, I'm ridin' with your bitch

Got a tens in me pocket and a bottle full of Tris (Tris)

Five racks in the bank, put it all up on me wrist (Wrist)

Never fucking with a lame, won't be riding in the mist, nah (Mist)

Lad, I'm ridin' with your bitch

Got a tens in me pocket and a bottle full of Tris (Tris)

Five racks in the bank, put it all up on me wrist (Wrist)

Never fucking with a lame, won't be riding in the mist, nah (Mist)

Nighttime and I'm creeping through the mansion (Mansion)

Black gems on me neck stay dancin'

Birds hit me line, spawn kill, stop campin'

Backstage pass 'cause I'm young and I'm handsome (And I'm handsome)

Got long black hair like an emo (Emo)

Drugs all white, albino

Rolling the raws and I fill it with the green, bro

Ice on my neck, stay cold, sub-zero (O-kay)

Members only, you won't make it on the guest list

Shout loud, make the crowd think I'm reckless (I'm reckless)

Chrome on me wrist, cheque pendin' for the necklace

Young Scouse kid, make it sound like I'm from Texas (Okay)

Rocking like a star, coke for breakfast

Cartier necklace, kush, I'm obsessed with it

Outside and we're posted with the members

Pack landed, tellin' R kid, "Don't mess with it"

We got tons of different flavours, we love gettin' in

Came in the rave, popped pills and I'm settlin'

Only eighteen, labels screaming, "Gotta get him in"

Beef? Know I keep the metal in my hand like wedding ring

Ten girls on my body, I'm feelin' rich today

Ten girls on my body, my girl gon' crash out

Put white in my city, it turned to Krakow

My girl still get scared when I turn Snap maps off in the trap house (Okay)

He's lit, but I ain't clockin' him

All amped up, stand up, Chris Rockin' it

Peckish till I'm dead, Rick Ross with it

Lunch time, pop Sprite, gotta mix Wock' with it (Okay)

La-la-lad, I'm ridin' with your bitch

Got a tens in me pocket and a bottle full of Tris (Tris)

Five racks in the bank, put it all up on me wrist (Wrist)

Never fucking with a lame, won't be riding in the mist, nah (Okay, mist)

Lad, I'm ridin' with your bitch

Got a tens in me pocket and a bottle full of Tris (Tris)

Five racks in the bank, put it all up on me wrist (Wrist)

Never fucking with a lame, won't be riding in the mist, nah (Mist)

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