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lirik lagu stb – re-re

[verse 1: glockiegotthis]
my opp thot to hot she gotta go
hahaha i ain’t scared to die
i didn’t want it to come to the right
and i take it to the ‘mic
and all about my dollars make me wanna holla
or 9*1*4 i love it hardcore
you either sell it smoke it shoot up or snort
first class to and fro a week or more
take a motherf*cker’s life somebody comin for yours
and let the world know the west is ridin’ again
meet me by the lake around 10 and skinny dippin’ and then
don’t be a dope and use the soap cause it will leave a scent
of catchin three to the back and try walkin with that yeah!
endure the wrath of a stormy past or will i be cast?
yet love breaks through and picks them all at last
honey i applaud that ass swear to god man these broads can’t dance
he had been to the public use a staff
[verse 2: re*re]
b*tch, i’m g’s k give a f*ck about this fame
i just could not forget about this game
yeah k’s k, g’s k, jaja k, gym’s k give a f*ck
i just wanna thank you for bein around get stuck
i tell you not to make a sound
i make mcs wanna tap out before i blow they back out
but love i bring to the people
shout out from up top to the middle
but i got the fever for the flava of a cracker not a pringle
so listen to the rhythm i givin’ em
you know the boy got a love for the cash
you sittin fat fat i know that for a fact
and who you takin back for the bang back for the bang
that mean a real man that can work the stacks
it’s the murder man mack i stash in the lac
to tell you things have changed and i’m a different man
i want to live mega fat push a benz like a diplomat
a different level of understanding i’m a different stan
[verse 3: cece spin da block]
b*tch my hottie too hot in a dot of the weather
keep a 45 r.i.p dede he the best
b*tch, i keep a glock on my side for the tester
yeah, i wanna test her
give a f*ck how you feeling
kick on the back and go let it dump
bad beam on my knock so he out of luck
how the f*ck is you dissin on sh*t
f*ck g’s everybody need to get hit
i really need to get up outta this hole man
i got it locked up like lindsay lohan
cause i believe in romance
drug program hit the streetz and cop 56 mo gramz
bring the trees and blow a huge cloud in the air
throwin’ it up in the air takin’ it there
move my fans with my love and they move me with theirs
my papa used to ask me son are you prepared?

- re re

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