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fleece - reason lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, look
i say i pull up with the, pull up with the, pull up*sh*t

[chorus]
ayy, straight out the window, escape from my side
tell her anything believe all my lies
young ghetto n*gga, i put fleece on my rides
nothing but finesse in my vibes

[verse 1]
n*ggas steady talking like they made me so rich
i put fleece on my clothes, i got grease on my wrists
fresh white ones, ain’t no crease on them sh*ts
ain’t no wrink in my clothes, i got geese on my d*ck
treat a duck like a duck, show no love to that b*tch
if it’s up, then it’s up, leave you stuck in that b*tch
headed to the money in a rush to the sh*t
n*gga make a buck like* a n*gga make a buck* like a
big stick chillin’ sh*t like 5’2″
wanna f*ck with a n*gga, send her eyes through
treat my side like my main, tell her lies too
got a problem, ain’t no problem, send the guys through
n*gga rush a check like kalishnikov
b*tch ain’t suckin’, that sh*t p*ss me off
entitled ass p*ssy, throw a n*gga off
n*gga make a buck like* a n*gga make a buck* like a
[chorus x2]
straight out the window, escape from my side
tell her anything believe all my lies
young ghetto n*gga, i put fleece on my rides
nothing but finesse in my vibes

[verse 2]
n*ggas steady talkin’ like they made reas’ reas’
grew up in it, homie 6, leave a n*gga 6 deep
i was in a bucket, still thuggin’ n*gga sl!ck
push it in the lane like a n*gga 6’3″
big stick chillin’, graveyard diggin’
wrist greased up, lighted like a prison
feeder skeezed dna, catch it like a villain
i can’t say i made it till a n*gga make a milli
7 figure n*gga make the digit last
hit a donut in the bucket, smell the rubber drag
f*ck a opp, make ’em suffer like a succotash
hit it good, dose off, then we run it back
ghetto n*gga lost, throw it in the sharks
wait, don’t stop suckin’, that sh*t p*ss me off
look a leechin’ ass brodie, throw a n*gga off
n*gga make a buck like* a n*gga make a buck* like a

[chorus x2]
straight out the window, escape from my side
tell her anything believe all my lies
young ghetto n*gga, i put fleece on my rides
nothing but finesse in my vibes

- reason lyrics

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