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letra de 6 god freestyle - reason

[verse 1: reason & barrellz]
look, watch your muhf-ckin’ tongue, n-gga (n-gga)
jackie chan, jet li how i stunt, n-gga
coupe black and white, i be ridin’ in a skunk, n-gga
fresh st–z, i’m what’s poppin’, i’m a trunk n-gga
send your b-tch home walkin’ like a drunk n-gga
ha, that p-ssy need a eulogy
n-gga, you got bad taste, plus i know her -ss fake
she might have fooled you but she ain’t foolin’ me
look, my money still growin’ like p-b-rty
k!lled in my past, don’t make me what i used to be
’cause usually i handle beef like i’m steph curry (curry)
if i pull up on you then i’m probably shootin’ three, bars
f-ck local rappers, i’m aimin’ for stars (yeah)
they can’t see me, this is just a mirage
i been heatin’ up lately, this just the defrost (yeah)
no content needed, this sh-t just be bars
got a fat -ss? then i’m f-ckin’ with ya’
both both hands on it like a double dribble
i could get you real wet, baby, let me puddle with you
f-ck you real good and after i ain’t f-ckin’ with ya’
n-ggas talkin’ crazy, that’s gon’ make me come and get ya’
i ain’t workin’ at a deal, n-gga f-ck a pickle
like sonic, leave you red if i knuckle with you (wha?)
like sonic, leave you red if i knuckle- nevermind
stickman flow (flow), swear i’m just ahead with lines
i be chasin’ cheese (cheese), call me when it’s cheddar time
n-ggas say they nice (nice), f-ck it, i just let ’em lie
’cause they already dead inside (ha)
look, i said ro told me that i’m so official
when you get on, f-ck whoever wasn’t f-ckin’ with ya’ (f-ck ’em)
and don’t eat with ’em if they had no hunger with ya’ (nah)
and don’t walk with no one who wasn’t runnin’ with ya’
n-gga, sh-t been crazy (sh-t been crazy)
and i’m so new to this
comin’ from the muhf-ckin’ west side (west side)
and i’m so new to this
this is just somethin’ in the meantime (meantime)
and i’m so new to this
and i’m so new
but i could get used to it
feelin’ like the coolest here (yeah)
meet your b-tch, bring her home like a souvenir (yeah)
i got her drunk off the henny playin’ truth or dare (ha)
huh, you mad n-gga? we could do it here
my n-gga got a 40 on him, keep a cougar near (wha?)
he let ’em smoke, yeah we brought them hookahs here (yeah)
look, me and my n-gga barrellz, it’s a new n-ggas thing (yeah, yeah)
it’s reason

[verse 2: barrellz]
you about to get this work boy
i really don’t be hirin’ these n-ggas
but i’m feelin’ like a boss and
you ain’t even got a choice, boy
b-tches know i only really want the purse boy
kind of crazy every time i get to rappin’
you thinkin’ about the money but all i see is a he-rs- boy
how the h-ll these b-tches callin’ me a god
and break bread and i ain’t even f-ckin’ with the church boy?
elevated my compilation and n-ggas hate it
and everything on a b-tch except for her conversation
tell ’em listen and learn, i ain’t wearin’ no perm
but i got ears on ’em like hydraulics, now she hoppin’ the curb
i break on it like the play is read, you n-ggas already dead
my n-ggas already fed, all about my paper like some f-ckin’ lead
n-ggas rob me, i had to double back
double strapped, have a n-gga moms buyin’ double black
f-ck is that? funeral n-gga? get your kleenex
my b-tches, they ain’t never buyin’ free s-x
think about it, i ain’t never seen a n-gga start off with a half a brick
break it down in dimes, i be grindin’ like them haitians n-gga
i don’t wake and bake ’cause i don’t ever sleep, f-ck is that?
send a pack around indiana, call that the cabbage patch
where they get these names from? b-tches ask where i get this game from
mama was my pops where i came from
i don’t need no sympathy, i’m askin’ for the green
i’m a jack of all trades, n-ggas tryin’ to make the team
i called it a blind date how a n-gga met the beam
ironic how i be in the bakery yellin’ “cream,” ah
nowadays homies ain’t brodies
they say they want the bread and some cheese but all i hear is bologna
i ain’t never miss a breakfast in the mornin’
thought i was talkin’ ’bout a meal when i was trappin’ for a mil
i’ma have to dumb it down in a minute
’cause i murder a track and have the jury in the pond n-gga missin’
they gon’ have to keep ’em comin’, n-gga listen
y’all knew this time was comin’, how the f-ck you n-ggas watch this, get to trippin’
got this mic tatted on my skin, it’s another sin
put another beat in a bodybag, it’s a lose win
try and told n-ggas it’s a friendly compet-tion
i just treat it like it’s business, we ain’t homies ’til it’s finished
huh?

- reason

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