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lirik lagu valhalla. – reg mason

-intro-
i got what you need
i’ll fall the f-ck to sleep

-verse-
1,2,3 please stay away from me
i ain’t got no other motherf-cking pure realities
2,3,4 yeah its been ratchet galore
we as creepy as the children that i’m sampling you wh-r-
i’m a motherf-cking n-gg- from the 908
it ain’t that bad but these coppers constantly running my license plates
heaven on earth with a fence for a gate
on a couch where i lay
in four day, “carry” hit 4k
making beats, doce
n-gg-s need old bay
this is me forte
yes, i’m still lacking the tour dates
bad scholar, rad saga
came up in a valhalla
lit prophecy notes
she so lethal
so good to me, it should be illegal
p-ssy balance me out like seesaw
back f-cked up, looking like igor
running round the city with a blade in my g-shock
see cops, then a n-gg- gotta take a detour
au revoir,au revoir
sunny yet pulling out bread like i’m packing a toaster
covert, dragging her overseas
europe, and up in them ovaries
pull the b-ss back, y-3 tag on a truck cap
hit my wifey with the “we just f-cked” dap
why bust back?
i’ll return all my love on one track
the f-ck is wrong with you
i done heard a lot about your -ss remaining mute
about spotlights, about shooters
i’m a motherf-cking powerhouse
n-gg-, we could do this
we is brutal, not brutus
juggernauts, not judas
n-gg-, went on your page barely saw any music
threatened because we like that
acting like you ain’t have this sh-t on a gold platter, fight back
yeah, my n-gg-s the key
they way you treat all your boys, they ain’t family
and motherf-ckers gotta act like we all on the same level
he better than me and you
now wet us
i got a vendetta that’s bigger than berettas
and any n-gg- that’s being p-ssive can sure get it
shooters?
n-gg-, who you kidding
you be in the hood, grinning. you the next diggy simmons
busy running round the world
trying to see where you been in
man, i swear to god i ain’t tough but i’m ready
got my ‘talians
shouts to mr. celitti
these bars make your upper back shift into confetti
and shouts to your dad he’s the real one
150% percent sure i got my own son
open up the orange bottles until the pills gone
n-gg-s gonna try and murk us like we the pilgrims
chill son, i got my studio near the bathroom
sh-tting on folks and then i gotta go vacuum
sucked out my soul, them selfies you got it bad news
all your raps is sade, the sweetest taboo
damage, ya see
n-gg-, would you believe
cop a n-gg- tampons if he tamper with me
f-ck you, you ain’t in no upper league
little b-tch boy. invert w-v

- reg mason

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