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#sitar - reesh & neptun3 lyrics

[intro:]
(y*y*you)

[chorus:]
pop*pop out with that fire, now he finna see sitars (blam)
pop*pop out with that tabla, put that boy right up on mars
b*buddy think that he on film, now he can’t play the part
d*d*demon out that coupe, i took that h*llcat right out thar
what the f—feel like i don’t care, gold ass bracelet way to rare
what the f—pop pop out in dubai, to*tote that cobra you can’t stare
d*mn, i said that sh*t from che, what the f—inspo’ got a raise (yeah, yeah, yeah)
she said i got friends now, tell em come my way

[verse 1: reesh]
d*mn*d*mn, i’m focused on that bag now, i could ball like klay (ah)
hear them 808s, they rang out, b*tch you light up i might fade (ah*yeah)
bands band*bands now
i draw that henna on her hands, han*hands now
k*kurta feel like what the f—

[chorus: reesh]
pop*pop out with that fire, now he finna see sitars
pop*pop out with that tabla, put that boy right up on mars
b*buddy think that he on film, now hе can’t play the part
d*d*demon out that coupe, i took that hеllcat right out thar
what the f—feel like i don’t care, gold ass bracelet way to rare
what the f—pop, pop out in dubai, to*tote that cobra you can’t stare
d*mn, i said that sh*t from che, what the f—inspo got a raise
she said i got friends now, tell*tell em come my way
[verse 2: neptun3 & reesh]
what the f—pop pop out with that fire, i just landed in mumbai
what the f—b*tch, i’m sippin’ chai, she want me between her thighs
what the f—i’ma hit another one, bol*bollytekk go number one (what the*what the f*?)
beat it up, beat it up beat, i’m cookin’ that sh*t, i don’t miss, b*tch run and gun (f*ck!)
f*ck a rival, b*tch, i’m one of ’em
b*tch said i taste good like a honey bun
i’ma just hit and dip, b*tch, one and done
i’ll burn your block down like i’m hanuman
i’ma just walk down with a drum, f*ck, i mean walk down with a tabla
getting the bread, you getting the crumbs, you don’t want none of this trouble, nah
b*b*tch wanna fight me, uh, chun*li, that*that sh*t, twisted, uh, chakli
burn a blaze out like chucky, i*i see red and green chutney
i work too hard, i need some sleep, can’t let my family worry about me
i’m off that drank, sh*t got me geeked, this shorty sweet like jaggery

[chorus: reesh]
pop*pop out with that fire, now he finna see sitars (blam)
pop*pop out with that tabla, put that boy right up on mars
buddy think that he on film, now he can’t play the part
d*d*demon out that coupe, i took that h*llcat right out thar
what the f—feel like i don’t care, gold ass bracelet way to rare
what the f—pop pop out in dubai, to*tote that cobra you can’t stare
d*mn, i said that sh*t from che, what the f—inspo got a raise, yeah (yeah)
she said i got friends now, tell*tell em come my way
what the f—

- reesh neptun3 lyrics

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