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letra de error 404 - half dead reeno

beat 1: “errtro”

[verse 1: zae the philosopher]
cups you can’t fill…
i bet all them b-tches spill
i bet all them b-tches spill (i bet all them b-tches spill)
yeah, i’ma shine (i’ma shine)
cups you can’t fill (cups you can’t fill)
bought a pack of backwood (backwoods)
i bet all them b-tches spill (i bet all them b-tches spill)
said i’ma shine (i’ma shine)
cups you can’t fill (cups you can’t fill)
bought a pack of backwood (backwoods)
i’ve been so stuck in my head i need me a break
i bet all them b-tches spill (i bet all them b-tches spill)
i’ve been so stuck in my head i need me a break
some real friends we going to outer sp-ce
yeah we smoking all day i been in a daze
i don’t want sh-t the same all this work to fill the bag
n-ggas switching lanes i’m just switching up my ways
don’t got sh-t to change but they all got sh-t to say
out my face out my way b-tch
money and p-ssy yeah that my language

beat 2: “pif’d up homie”

[verse 2: zae the philosopher]
pack fell out the sky
mad snow in a drought
pack fell out the sky
pack fell out the sky
pack fell out the sky, aye
i’m smoking that’s certain
my ho need a birkin
your ho need a surgery
you’ll dump her in a hurry
no thirty like curry, three five like durant
hot wrapped in saran it’s sealed real tight
floating off a perc and it feels real nice
sad i don’t know my worth but i built this life
witch/which i don’t know the curse ain’t k!ll me right?
b-tch i don’t know the worst same pill need bite
i ain’t never wanna leave
cold nights cold sweats i ain’t wanna breathe
all night just s-x i ain’t wanna sleep, yeah yeah
it’s a f-cked up convo i know
2017 really f-cked up our heroes
lot of n-ggas i know switched up on me, gotta stay head hunco
pif’d up homie gotta stay in my zone

[chorus 1: zae the philosopher]
pif’d up homie gotta stay in my zone
pif’d up homie gotta stay in my zone
pif’d up homie gotta stay in my zone
pif’d up homie gotta stay in my zone
pif’d up homie gotta stay in my zone
pif’d up homie gotta stay in my zone

beat 3: “throwaway”

[verse 3: zae the philosopher]
yeah yeah
xanny i popped got me lazy
wished these f-ck n-ggas stop acting shady
just keep up n-gga don’t be a baby
i see f-ck n-ggas fall on the daily
xanny i popped got me lazy
wished these f-ck n-ggas stop acting shady
just keep up n-gga don’t be a baby
i see f-ck n-ggas fall on the daily
m.i.a.m.i. fade and i need chips aye (chips aye)
where my dawgs, have a ball catch a lyft man
i’m rolling on them hits mans
your b-tch clique don’t tempt me
riding in the field man
ain’t know how i feel, how i feel, how i feel
if you thought i was a b-tch man you a funny bro
i’ve been ducking off, sandals my toes i’m getting money bro
ices made bumping with grill unstable
i’ve been baked lotta chigga on the table

beat 4: “isotope”

[chorus 2: zae the philosopher]
i’ve been rolling up a lot of dope
and holding back a lot of smoke
these n-ggas don’t want fire
i swear these n-ggas don’t want fire
i’ve been rolling up a lot of dope
and holding back a lot of smoke
these n-ggas don’t want fire (aye)
i swear these n-ggas don’t want fire

[chorus 2: zae the philosopher]
i’ve been rolling up a lot of dope
and holding back a lot of smoke
these n-ggas don’t want fire
i swear these n-ggas don’t want fire
lit the sack just like an isotope
but n-gga we is different
brother, i am not your kind
(no brother, i am not your kind)

[verse 4: zae the philosopher]
aye, yuh
bruh we is different don’t think we the siz-zame
might f-ck up your briz-zain (briz-zain)
i’m deep in this pain
must keep that big bag
can’t f-ck with them lames (them lames)
i’m switching them lanes
i smoke on big dope
something that them can’t
i’ve been around, most of these n-ggas just been in the crowd
that sh-t get rowdy man motherf-ck your feelings
building get crowded man motherf-ck your buildings
we jump up-down and then motherf-ck your ceilings
all the way up and then we gotta dip
we got the money and then we gotta split
they acting funny then i set a pick
my boy finger roll i’m talking ’bout l!ck

beat 5: “don’t think about it”

[verse 5: zae the philosopher]
don’t think about it
let her be with him (let her be with him)
don’t think without it
i f-ck p’s with him (i f-ck p’s with him)
you know what i wanted
b-tt f-ck and grinding
what’s so reminding when i get behind it
we so platonic, got perfect timing, hop on and ride
i feel about your b-tch how i feel about my kicks
i feel about your wigs how i feel about my wrist
get the f-ck up out my face, nah f-ck up out my face
yuh yuh

beat 6: “late”

[verse 6: zae the philosopher]
big xan poppin’ f-ck a half i took her home (took her home)
pop another one a n-gga might just lose control (lose control)
past two o’clock so i missed getting liquor (getting liq)
lowkey thrift shops think this b-tch getting thicker (she getting thick)
rise to the bathroom
cocaine in my pocket got a line to the bathroom
i come out with two ho’s, the function feel like pluto
practicing my judo ravioli with prosciutto
yeah i like them panties i’ma pull ’em to the side (side)
what i gotta lie for? (why?) i been getting high (high)
wanna leave the leaf but i ain’t got a heart to cry
i’m so far up in the sky i see it as it’s hard to die (die)
work on it for years seen the wailing of the tears now everybody on your side (f-ck ’em)
f-ck a fake motherf-cker, f-cking snake motherf-ckers
if you really wasn’t rapping when i started then i’m sorry
but you late motherf-cker yeah you’re late
late… yeah you’re late motherf-cker, yeah you’re late
yeah you’re late, yeah you’re late motherf-cker late…
yeah you’re late (aye)
if you really wasn’t rapping when i started then you’re late

[verse 7: zae the philosopher]
all black attire ’cause i feel a little emo (feel a little emo)
aw i’m acting wild told myself to take a seat bro (self to take a seat bro)
recoup and reboot, saved you a seat boo
she think that i’m lethal but i’m really peaceful
say it to myself a lot because i always stress (because i always stress)
antisocial punk motherf-ckers f-ck from ’round my set
(f-ck from ’round my set, set)
get the f-ck from ’round my set (’round my set)
antisocial punk motherf-ckers f-ck from ’round my set
’cause we got hands on the target
we just split a gram of white girl (split a gram of white girl)
bands on the carpet whitney houston when i piped her (houston when i piped her)
i’m at the tippy top just posted like a sniper (posted like a sniper)
i make her diddy bop the cocaine just excites her (cocaine just excites her)
boolin’, got my feet up billy cyrus when i geek up (geek up)
chilling never tweak up i need woody on the feature (feature)
i gotta throw the show, only time i’m performing
chilling at the door ’cause money splits they get annoying
she said, “give me more!” call later i’ll make an appointment
i just seen a ghost got a demon on my laundry
ducked off in the burbs man it’s getting hard to find me
we was hitting l!cks but always had perfect timing

- half dead reeno

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