Ridla – Bruno

Ridla – Bruno Lyrics

Artist: Ridla
Song: Bruno

I love chris rich
Let me tell you what i do know
Stack {?} like zumo
I ain’t do it, i’m dumb, then

Retro
Tru-truth be told, me i’m good in my jones
Don’t sh#t me, bro, what you mean he told?
Yo, i used to lay a {?} in my home

Shawty had a {?}, i know
And i didn’t wan’ listen, guess who’s missin’?
As soon as your boy turnt low, then
I didn’t want smoke, blem, friends

I ain’t got loads, tense
Why you bun my n#gg#s?
We pull triggers, we don’t pretend
When we get ’round, we don’t make no sound

Do their gang for clout
Mindi-mindi come long like crouch
Ouch, screaming out, “how?”
Our block ain’t vacant

When it’s more than 50, look
Me, i’m on the backroads, dodging these cops
I don’t want my jack jones
I don’t wanna get stopped and stuffed

‘cah i can’t lack
The boy love cap like snapback
’round here, stuffin’ pears like blackjack
I don’t back chat

If i back that, make a f#ckboy backtrack
Let me-let me tell you what i do know
Stack {?} like zumo
Flick that’s judo, broski soon home

So i bet ya can’t turn your nose red, like rudolph
I ain’t do it, i’m dumb, then
Was it me or bro? yo, who knows?
Playin’ my position on the field like bruno

Same time, i wanna make it home like ludo
3am on the high road
Man splashin’ man down ’til i hear his high notes
Watch a boy bleed like {?}

Never ran from them pricks, only 5-0
Nee-no
Never settled for less, gotta see more
Mummy ain’t impressed for a beam, oh

Lately, i been stressed, gotta {?} for
Yeah, i reach for my mindi
When i’m all alone, it {?} me
Don’t stop, touch bones like dicksey

Your girlfriend on my phone, saying, “pick me”
Aw sh#t, g
‘cuz all your misses in the bando
Keep an eye on them digits

With my rambo, come longer than midget
Known to back more, got smoke for a {?}
Just {?}
You-you can get sent to the sky like angel

If i put a hole in your 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 {?}, call her, not decline
Take time, you don’t wanna see my bros with white
Shit, sh#t, i meant reverse

Truth first, {?}
Rehearse, they hide so we can’t re-lurk
Change a boy face, now he can’t go turn
Dirty, all-all my n#gg#s get ’round so worksy

Aimin’ for lungs, no jerseys
Break her pots, if not, i get jerky
Nah, it’s not worthy
Let me-let me tell you what i do know)

Stack {?} like zumo)
Flick that’s judo, broski soon home)
So i bet ya can’t turn your nose red, like rudolph)
I ain’t do it, i’m dumb, then)

Was it me or bro? yo, who knows?)
Playin’ my position on the field like bruno)
Same time, i wanna make it home like ludo)
I love chris rich
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Release Year: 2021