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letra de phantom - reese

[intro: reese]
black car, phantom
got em’ whippin’ in a bando
black car, phantom
got em’ whippin’ in a phantom
got em’ whippin’ in a bando
got a black car, range rover
got em’ whippin’ in a phantom
got a black car, range rover
black car, range rover
got em’ whippin in a phantom
whippin’ in a bando
got a black car, range rover

[verse 1: reese]
baby you the main course
and baby you the real deal
baby you my future, once i get you, ima spend these bills
i don’t give a f-ck about these n-gg-s cause these n-gg-s ain’t real baby yeah you know the deal

black car, range rover
whippin’ in a phantom
pull up on the block n-gg-
you know how we rock (aye uh)
i don’t give a f-ck about these n-gg-s cause these n-gg-s odd just stop, on god on god
i don’t give a f-ck about these b-tches cause these b-tches don’t stop, no no no (no no no)
i just stick to myself, mind my business and get my wealth
all you n-gg-s ain’t in touch with yourself
aye yuh yuh yuh (aye yuh yuh yuh)
got money on the shelves
got the “lv” on the belt
n-gg-s worried bout their looks, give a f-ck about their health
i got many problems i don’t really talk about
why you starting all this drama, when we can talk it out?

you don’t need to make a big deal baby cause i got the money now
i can make you happy baby
i can do this shit no doubt
baby you the main course
baby you the real deal
baby you my future, once i get you, ima spend these bills

[verse 2: yung mors]
poppin’ the addys
i’m poppin’ these percs
f-ckin’ yo b-tch and she gettin’ the work
sniffin’ the bricks and finesse on yo b-tch
ran off on the plug
collect me a zip
pulled my pants down
she sucked on my d-ck
i nut on her face and then on her tit
open them legs, tell me how it taste
got up from my d-ck, so she sat on my face
always gotta keep me that extendo clip
never gave a f-ck, shoot a playa in the hip
pull up to yo crib with the f-ckin’ ak
bust through yo home, f-ck around and let it bang
writin’ these verses at 3 in the mornin
i’m poppin’ these xannies, they think that i’m snorin’
i chill with yo main and she got h-lla borin’
kicked her -ss out, so now we is pourin’
just give me a year, we’ll be whippin’ a foreign
“all purpose” till death
2020, we’ll be tourin’

[outro: yung mors]
steady rollin’ with the squad
got these b-tches on my c-ck
i’m just tryna live my life, always saying f-ck em all
ak to yo nose, that’s a headshot
aim on point, got the grip with a red dot
ion ever miss, that’s a no no
bussin’ through yo home with the .44

(uh uh uh)

b-tches recognize me, take a photo
n-gg-s goin’ crazy, call them loco
gettin’ kinda thirsty pour a 4 tho
poppin’ the seal to a f-ckin’ 4 loco
burn a cigarette, bout’ to smoke another one
got this double cup, i’ll be pourin’ till i’m gone
juggin’ and finessin’ on the plug through the phone
runnin’ through the trap, bout to go and get it back
playas talkin’ shit, i’ma unload the mac
shoot him in the back
throw him in the cadillac
give his shit to the wolves, they will never get it back

suicide crucified
losin’ my mental, i’m losin’ my mind
f-ck with “all purpose”, we’ll pull out the 9
don’t f-ck with us man, you won’t survive

- reese

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