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uber 2 hell - reemo lyrics

[intro]
hoop or die, what?
we done gave n*ggas ubers to h*ll, he was locked in the seat, couldn’t get out the car if he wanted
slime n*ggas out for the *, if you ain’t one of mine, why you think i’ma keep it 100?
me and lil bro on a hit the connection and*, what?

[verse]
we done gave n*ggas ubers to h*ll, he was locked in the seat, couldn’t get out the car if he wanted
slime n*ggas out for the free, if you ain’t one of mine, why you think i’ma keep it 100?
me and lil bro on a hit the connection and chemistry crazy, wе already done it
n*ggas be friеndly as sh*t, tryna ship me the bowls, he burnt, ’cause why would you front it?
my big cousin a snake, but i understand it, i seen the way that he live
when we was kids, i used to watch, i was always impressed by the sh*t that he did
came in the crib, he just put belt to ass, i ain’t thinkin’, the n*gga had slid
changing the clothes, pouring bleach on his hands, but he hiding that sh*t from his mizz
n*ggas be hiding the streets from they moms, seperate family sh*t from the crime
now she surprised, you done got tore out the frame, you the one that was dropping the bombs
now look, you done ran out of time, the backdoor open, you fell in the slime
codeine dreamin’, i had a talk with the dead, i was trippin’ from sippin’ the lime
walked out of gallery, pay me a*
walked out of gallery, payed me a fine, my glock 23, now i’m feeling like bron
but i got stories with bronny jr., i was the one, put the switch on the .9
pulled out a dime, then put 4 more on the floor, this b*tch start thinkin’ i’m signed
she like “d*mn you signed you a deal?”, this b*tch cheesin’, showin’ her grill
i let her flex, she put 50 bands on her gram, her friends ain’t think it was real
heart ice cold, you know how it feel? if i told you the truth, it’ll give you the chills
murder for hire, catch you a k!ll, the money come blue like the buffalo bills, what?
if i told you the truth, it’ll give you the chills, murder for hire, catch you a k!ll, the money come blue like the buffalo bills
i seen it all, you ain’t tryna give out your trust, these b*tches be f*ckin’ you over
stuck in the game, but you tryna figure out how come the devil done got the controller
drownin’ in drugs, but you keep me copin’, the pain, it get the chip off your shoulder
smoking the dead, i seen you running away from the thoughts of your mind when you’re sober
it was 90°, this n*gga got shot in his head it start getting colder
i’ma throw the assist, and bro would come off of the screen, and give you a poster
[outro]
murder for cheese, green bay packer, free bl!ck, he a broad day smacker
why you biting the cheese? f*ck this n*gga jayree, i think he a actor
i’m a hooper, i’ma find me a b*tch that be lining sh*t, then i’ma draft her
bail out on the 8, or i might go crack me a 5, and get me a factor
i told you the truth, it’ll give you the chills, murder for hire, catch you a k!ll
if i told you the*, it’ll give you the chills, murder* what?
if i told you the truth, it’ll give you the chills, murder for hire, catch you a k!ll
murder for* catch you a k!ll, the money come blue like the buffalo bills
i told you the truth, it’ll give you the chills, murder for hire, catch you a k!ll
catch you a k!ll, the money come blue like the buffalo bills
i told you the truth, it’ll give you the chills
money come blue like the buffalo bills

- reemo lyrics

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