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letra de moncler coat - ​reefuh & caponeti

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[intro: reefuh]
huh, huh, uh
ayy (slatt)

[verse 1: reefuh]
smokin’ ganja, boy, i’m peakin’, b-tch
red tip look like a beacon, b-tch
that’s not me, that’s that perky 30 speakin’, b-tch
money came in like the seasons did
ooh, say, “h-llo”
ass fat, sh-t move like jell-o
uh, i rock magiela
how many clips twin got? um, h-lla
twin spin like a top, tried tell ya
riri, work, umbrella, ella
ayy, lot of sticks in this ho, cabela’s
let’s throw a party
these b-tches tweakin’, they off bacardi
used to wear vlone, f-ck bari
i know [?] molly
f-ck that lil’ designer coat
i could probably pay your main b-tch rent and then go buy your mom a boat

[verse 2: caponeti]
huh, b-tch [?]
not a hater, but y’all n-ggas suck
i’m in your city, lil’ n-gga, what’s up?
[?] you get squashed like a bug
b-tch, i feel like mufasa, my son is my choppa
that b-tch really handing out slugs
i love [?] pasta [?] like a rasta
them n-ggas dyin’ for nothin’
he was lame back in school, i ain’t forget
askin’ b-tches, “where my hug?”
that sh-t sad, n-gga, that sh-t tough
you’re not embarrassed, n-gga, what the f-ck? (this sh-t ain’t—)
this sh-t ain’t love, my n-ggas lit, we could bust
and we got guns, we got [?]
i’m with the gang, goin’ up
[bridge: reefuh & caponeti]
ooh, pressin’ them pills for a check
i could pop me a [?]
i was doin; my worst with the best
it ain’t sh-t to get out that nest
cuttin’ corners, got blood on my vest (woo, woo)
talkin’ heavy, got bloon on his neck (ah)
me and capo been cool than the rest (ah)

[verse 3: reefuh & caponeti]
boy, stop running your mouth
[?] run inside your house
i keep quiet as a mouse
it’s a couple pounds on that couch, ah
but i did it
[?]
can’t compare ’cause they know i been different
[?]
[?] play like a fidget
count up my, count up my money, got digits
[?] vision
now [?] gon’ listen, aha
run down, up ’til sundown
grown-ass man in my comments, put your son down
[?] big old whip, that’s a touchdown
i woke up fresh as f-ck, number (n)ine, number (n)ine, dressed down
moncler coat, he smokin’ sediments, boy, get a ho
i want my regiment shot out the stove
rollin’ up green, the paper on go
pouring up lean, sh-t f-ck with my spleen
my wrist got a beam, now watch that b-tch glow
[?] off a bean
could he f-ck with me? oh, h-ll no

- reefuh caponeti

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