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letra de hadouken remix - ​reefuh

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[intro]
back for round two, it’s a ko in the first (ko in the first, ho)
brand new jesus piece, i gotta make it back to church (make it back to church, woah)
that b-tch broke your heart, get back up, i know it hurt (i know it hurt, bro)
broke boy, he might lose his arm to get a verse (to get a verse, yo)
he w—
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (this is a slump audios exclusive)
woah, ayy, ha

[verse]
different day, new hook, i’m a f-cking god
he flipped the page, i wrote the book, we not the same kind
rolex to geneva’s not the same time
cartier shades dark as h-ll, i can’t even see the sky
forget a rapper, you’d be lucky if you got a job
whip got no keys, studded with a fob
gen50 with a switch, yeah, this b-tch got a kn-b
[?] ski mask, i’m lookin like i’m ’boutta rob
come in with that funny sh-t, better shut it up
i can’t let you get the mic ’cause you gon’ f-ck it up
hide your ho, i’m almost there and she f-ck with us
sh-t [?] walk in the store and get to touchin’ stuff
it’s baby blue inside, it just came with it
heard they tellin’ over there that’s why they raided it
bro-bro paranoid, i heard that’s why he stayed with it
“how the f-ck you get this far?” because i prayed for it (oh yeah)
hop up in that hulk, you know it’s motor, man
hot car, this b-tch got a stolen van
fifties, twenties, tens what i’m rollin’ in
twin ‘nem got a k!ll-switch, there’s no approachin’ him
i’m a nice guy, i don’t mean no harm
i don’t be outside, i’m in the crib eatin’ chicken parm’ (woah)
i’m the type to peep sh-t, i know it’s no alarm
finna take everything i can, i’m not even f-ckin’ armed, b-tch
back for round two, it’s a ko in the first (ko in the first, ho)
brand new jesus piece, i gotta make it back to church (make it back to church, woah)
that b-tch broke your heart, get back up, i know it hurt (know it hurt, bro)
broke boy, he might lose his arm to get a verse (to get a verse, yo)
he [?] just by puttin’ me on his merch
he pulled up in the ghost, i sent him back inside a he-rs- (b-tch)
watchdogs, it ain’t no one steppin’ on my turf
i f-ck with sosa, baby, that’s the man that did it first
brr, brr, this b-tch came with [?]
i was just with tony eatin’ chicken wings at hers
no blue cheese, ten-piece, all flats
me, my garage, trackhawks and scats
he was pump-fakin’, still got popped
we might make bacon, pig in a pot
white boy crazy, he done lost his casserole
hit after hit and i’m still no f-ckin’ [?] ho
hop up on a beat just like motherf-ckin’ dragon
we can’t say his name no more because the b-tch dragged it
caught a bullet, hit his head down, bog saget
fur boots, my brother probably think that i’m a—
mm, my bad, uh, i had to catch my breath
right hand full, i’ma smack you with my left
i got hired for this, b-tch, i’m controlling all the pests
flyer than a bird, i don’t built a d-mn nest
labels on they way, they wanna put me to the test
fifty lined up, i’m at my motherf-ckin’ best
i put stars in the ceiling in my lambo’
with my brothers, b-tch, this ho keep talkin’ ’bout nandos
fifty stacks in my jeans, i could barely stand, bro
“reefuh, why’d you take my b-tch?” huh? because i can, bro
[?] boy, it’s me, you better know
if you knew just what i knew, you’d hide your ho
i’m an all-star, off-cam, built like gopro
up front, ten grand for a f-ckin’ show
huh, they like, “reefuh, did you try?” and i said, “barely” (i didn’t)
this ho tryna spill the tea, i told her, “spare me” (shut the f-ck up)
i miss my grammy, i know she tried to take care of me
i’m in that all-black like bruce wayne parody
i might drop a f-ckin’ verse for a charity
please don’t remix none my sh-t, you do it terribly
i ain’t beefin’ with you nerds, i’m so scary
m.i.a., off the grid, kickin’ sh-t with perry (b-tch)

- reefuh

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