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letra de da reaper - nickelus f

[hook (x4)]
i pray that i make a lot of money and i get to see the world before the reaper take my soul

[verse 1]
now when the moon comes up and the sun goes down
i rise out a coffin, vampire style
hop up something like tales from the crypt
give you gooseb-mps, r.l. stine
that’s just normal, nick at night shit
tumbling around with scratchy eyelids
i break in your house with the fancy-schmancy
with my new handy-dandy spy kit
if i ordered you a drink then i probably spiked it
if we had money you would probably wife it
i was all in that throat like tonsillitis
better be careful f-cking with people
you don’t know what make them tick and
you don’t know their vices
he looks alive but he’s lifeless
f-cking with me you get k!lled for a pack of diapers
i got a body in the trunk like a d.c. sniper
she put a molly on her tongue now you see she hyper
she just need to get out some more
what’s all the moaning and pouting for?
me i went broke in a whore house
your dumb -ss went broke trying to house a whore
all of the odds were against me, all of the accounts were empty
every single door was closed and not a motherf-cking single ounce of hope was in me
i used to curse out god, i made a deal with the devil
i ain’t speaking out of term but they say i burn money on a whole ‘nother level
petey

[hook (x4)]
i pray that i make a lot of money and i get to see the world before the reaper take my soul

[verse 2]
i’m encaved in an igloo of cold devotion, no emotion
drown in syrup i float the ocean
smoke a bone and put my crazy thoughts into locomotion
i’m driven by sick -ss shit, i got loco-motives
ran up in the i.c.u. pissed in the i.v., i broke the roses
if you can’t escape [?], not at all
i got a phd in spillage, and i’m on call
walk around feeling like curtis snow, f-ck niggas we ball
f-ck around and make an -ss of yourself
b-tch let me hear you hee-haw
you talk about stunting and shit?
b-tch a do a front tuck in the whip
ho i don’t give a f-ck i’m the shit
tell your mother her kid is a son of a b-tch
your girl gave me nothing but lip
i gave that hoe nothing but d-ck
rapping to reaper all of my beats
but everyone know that i come from the rich
petey

[hook (x6)]
i pray that i make a lot of money and i get to see the world before the reaper take my soul

- nickelus f

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