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hibachi - rey morado lyrics

need a medic, copacetic
plug told me this that guillotine, leave you beheaded
all my sh*t be fye, heard otherwise then f*ck who said it
got her stuck on me, f*ck one time, d*ck magnetic
all them n*ggas grew they dreads, chopped em for aesthetic

lil n*gga yo big homie, shawty, you pathetic
i ain’t seen none of my enemies, but sh*t ain’t deaded
i’ma take it to the grave, hope that’s where they headed
this n*gga trippin, i ain’t had a clearer thought than that

my brain fuzzy, no chia pet, i’ma call you back
or maybe not, i just be geeked, i ain’t fallin’ back
i need my sp*ce, i be astronaut, lift off the pack
i can’t even turn down no liquor, i be burnin’ up

no wicked man, evel knievel on wicker man
but too cool, be imitation of ceiling fan
how you hate a n*gga, but you been a fan, stop playin
n*ggas used to jugg, think we done had cochran

got away scotch free, could give a f*ck bout they feelings
they ain’t gon’ stop me
don’t need no backup in public
i’m feelin’ five deep, a demon inside me
if riddle chop this gon’ be fire, chef hibachi
i got a problem, i be stressed out, just suck me proper
i came from up out of that country town, was duckin coppers
lockin’ n*ggas up for roaches, cause they were petty boppers
switch the topic, lil’ shawty get high as mary poppins

i stack deposit, tweak my planning for another saga
i’m bad with faces, ain’t hollywood, i don’t know n0body
sh*t, i remember when my phone line was dry as h*ll
no penny for your thoughts, my celly now a wishing well

i guess i made a splash
i been jonah in water, can he make it back
now please show me opponent, i’ma break it bad
i don’t respect you, n*gga, i’m takin’ what you had

i can barely take it, i couldn’t escape the path
no filters, they smoke and mirror built, seen you fake the bag
i grip my chips,call me champion, ain’t no layin’ back
i’m deadass, why i feel like they playin in that

the pack hit a n*gga like, where all my ailments at
i can’t mix it with n*ggas, follow my trail in the back
and n*ggas want your b*tch and wish that you fail in fact
you fail in tact, i’ma need zelle in stat
if riddle chop this gon’ be fire, chef hibachi
i got a problem, i be stressed out, just suck me proper
i came from up out of that country town, was duckin coppers
lockin’ n*ggas up for roaches, cause they were petty boppers

if riddle chop this gon’ be fire, chef hibachi
i got a problem, i be stressed out, just suck me proper
i came from up out of that country town, was duckin coppers
lockin’ n*ggas up for roaches, cause they were petty boppers

switch the topic, no character, most you n*ggas hoes
drew conclusions, way you jump to em, shoe in for mario
ballin’ like kobe outta tub until my body cold
at the door, bangin’ on that sh*t, sunday to sabado

- rey morado lyrics

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