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letra de bad boys 3 - reese laflare

[intro]
yeah, yeah, know what i’m sayin’?
i gotta hustle today
yeah, yeah, yeah, lil skate
young boy servin, yeah

[chorus: reese laflare]
what jewelry on today? uh
kick sh-t like liu kang
count it up, all blue face
ninety for a ‘rari, no wraith
servin boy be servin’ up the whole block
diamonds change the [?] like botox
lights on, lights off, ayy, d-mn
get the camera out my face

[verse 1: blaze servin & reese laflare]
coupe look like megatron
[?], yeah
a white [?], call it [?], yeah
a gas bag, call it chevron, hold up
the bentley mulsanne, my t–th johnny dang
stop all the cap, tryna topple my lane
slime-green bezel, watch it drip out the face
drop out the clip then pop out the case
mm, pill-poppin’, where the [?] at?
two hydrogens and a oxygen, i flip the pot with that (water)
lil skate come bend the block again
let them sweep up some, bring the moppers in (mm)
i could pull your ho if i drove a tow truck
n-gga, try your luck
chop your block like michael watts
chopper sing a musical, [?]
ayy, i ain’t never broke ’cause a n-gga got rich
vegetarian but i use chopsticks
i’m in the kitchen just cookin’ some fish
my cup is so dirty, it’s matchin’ my stick
wrist, neck, ear cost a hundred
the dope came in from wakanda, uh
yves saint laurent for the garment, uh
steph curry wrist, thirty-pointers, uh
ap, ap, ap
american [?], ten piece
i don’t go stunt like [?]
beat a n-gga ass, put him on say cheese
no cap, no back-and-forth, uh
water, water on bora bora, uh
referee, i’ma flip a quarter, uh
got moncler all on my aura, uh

[verse 2: ken car$on]
my clip hold a thirty
if i want your b-tch hit my shot like i’m curry, i never miss (boom)
[?]
now my vision blurry like [?] outside when it’s [?] ([?])
boy barbie ain’t worried, no
these b-tches dirty, i don’t do the f-ck-and-then-kiss-her sh-t (uh-uh)
if she ride me she f-ckin’ and suckin’ d-ck (mhm)
got a chopper, good sprite, pour some tuss in it (pour it up)
ken car$on, i really be flowin’
only time i’m owin’ a n-gga is [?] (yeah)
but i never really owe a n-gga, i’ll show a n-gga my pockets on [?] (facts)
her boyfriend mad, he irrelevant (uh)
she got good head, she intelligent (uh)
boy, i’m super slimy, is you smellin’ it? (slatt)
they keep [?] like [?] (ring, ring)

- reese laflare

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