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lirik lagu 807 reaper-trouble(freestyle) – 807 reaper

807 reaper*trouble(freestyle) lyrics
[intro]
im doing this on my f*cking own
no producer
no mixer
no mic
still gon’ be hard as f*ck though
(gang, gang, gang, gang)
say you want trouble?
say you want trouble?
okay [gun noises with mouth]

[chorus]
say you want trouble
okay, i’ma give him trouble double
posted with his b*tch, ain’t just cuddle
pass the ball, he f*cking fumbled
say you want trouble
his body f*cking tumbled, just like this crack rubble
when i crush it down it crumbled
talking sh*t, you must be dumbo
your b*tch gave me brain, now she dumb though
yeah she a dumb hoe
yo, see your pocket, i’ma run those
see the choppas, i’ma f*cking gun those
on your knees, begging for your life
you can live, haha, sike, k!ll you on the mic
[gun noises with mouth]
[verse 1 * 807 reaper]
i ain’t fist fighting, grab my pipe, make you see the f*cking light
it’s funny cause your sights going dim, but im off the f*cking white
sipping lean, pure codeine, like his tims
off the that paink!ller, yeah, i’m the main k!ller
yea it’s on sight
pop a f*cking x, like my ex
turn me to a grave digger
don’t give no f*cks, i’ma make it way bigger
find a new hoe, sticking with the wood like a splinter
on the block i’m a spinner
i see an opp, i’m a hitter
in life’s race, i’m a winner
seeing shawty, i get up all in her, eating that p*ssy like it’s dinner
tearing up airs like i’m a vulture
and i’m rapping like im with culture
bad b*tch just wanna f*ck, i don’t fault her
pulling up to her spot, i don’t falter
i get inside, i get out
hit up the side and i call her
shawty say i’m hot like nas alher
she gave me top ain’t no halter
b*lls deep, she say i’m a baller

[chorus]
say you want trouble
okay, imma give him trouble double
posted with his b*tch, ain’t just cuddle
pass the ball, he f*cking fumbled
say you want trouble
his body f*cking tumbled, just like this crack rubble
when i crush it down it crumbled
talking sh*t, you must be dumbo
your b*tch gave me brain, now she dumb though
yeah she a dumb hoe
yo, see your pocket, imma run those
see the choppas, imma f*cking gun those
on your knees, begging for your life
you can live, haha, sike, k!ll you on the mic
[gun noises with mouth]
[verse 2 807 reaper]
fly as a kite, dripping for years
stack my bands up, reaching new height
talking sh*t, your chance of death beyound slight
grab the blic quick, you got hit
pour myself up a pipe
i ain’t subtle, imma send you up to the sky
like a sp*ce shuttle
say i’m a b*tch, but i ain’t no snitch that’s my reb*ttal
put my piece to his face, like the puzzle
get in my b*tch, like a kid in the puddle
posted with the gang and a 3d puddle
in the cut like a suture
call us hendrix because we’re the future
hoe says she love me, i ain’t even knew her
up on pluto so call me future
gagging on my d*ck, i just hope she ain’t a puker
give it six months, i’ma pull up in a foreign like my name is ferris bueller

- 807 reaper

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