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letra de bbq - lil reese

[verse 1: chief keef]
whatcha talking ’bout, willis?
i can’t wear my white amiri’s, i got cheese on my fingers
smoking dopey dope dope
done done done is weed man, but i be with my villains (bloods)
skrrt-skrrt, i’m peelin’, finna pull up [?], ain’t no f-ckin’ [?]
ok, since we cookin’ beef, ok, since we cookin’ beef, i’ma need a large sk!llet
if he a dog, then we china
thirty five shots, that’s cinco de mayo, ay
named both guns, david and goliath, ay
who tryna get high, my old head fire, ay
you ever seen a [?] spit out fire
told her hold [?], b-tch i’m tired, ay
she gave me a gram, told me [?], ay
i beat 99 and [?]

[chorus: chief keef]
turned his brain to some barbeque
she asked me what i like, baby i pick you
and live with his momma but he telling you that his pockets is filled, and his garage is too
who is these n-gg-s, i don’t know you
donald trump building a wall, go run into it
rollie on my hand, and a gun is too
b-tch, i feel like waka flocka, “oh let’s do it”

[verse 2: lil reese]
i pull up with them young foolies aiming at you
too many n-gg-s riding, they knowin’ what it do
just blew fifty thousand, made it back times two
i put them shooters on your -ss, you ain’t knowin’ who
that getback have ’em blue
n-gg-s better pick a side, n-gg-s better choose
my side, we don’t lose
my side pack them tools
if he with the opps, then he a opp, we gon’ show him what it do
f-ck around turn his brains to some barbeque
i’m like hold on bro, stand down, let me get him, let me shoot
sosa got getbackgang with him too
all my n-gg-s they gang, it ain’t no fufu
n-gg-s k!llin’ hoes, that’s so fu

- lil reese

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