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letra de real - reesemoneybagz

[intro: reesemoneybagz]
reesemoneybagz
fivestar what up bro?
turn up
squad
all my n-gg-s real
we real
turn up

[chorus: reesemoneybagz]
all my n-gg-s real
and all y’all n-gg-s fake
all my n-gg-s real
and all y’all n-gg-s snakes
all my n-gg-s drill
don’t get hit up with that eight
all my n-gg-s real
flippin bricks, pushing that weight
all my n-gg-s real
and all your n-gg-s fake
all my n-gg-s real
and all y’all n-gg-s snakes
all my n-gg-s drill
don’t get hit up with that eight
f-ck n-gg- meet the steel
leave them holes all in your face

[verse 1: reesemoneybagz]
all my n-gg-s real
b-tch all my n-gg-s drill
all you see red tape when me and fivestar off them pills
all my n-gg-s trained to k!ll
and we ain’t worried ’bout no opps
‘cuz my hittas toting steel
b-tch we in this sh-t for real
foreign guns from brazil, leave your brains barbecue
like your sh-t was on the grill
leave your head rolling down the hill
and all my n-gg-s know is flex
we got bad b-tches on deck
‘cuz they see my squad up next
they be choosing for the set
pull up on your b-tch in a lex (she going for that foreign)
i told that b-tch she can’t get in without her neck (she can’t get in without her neck)
and all i do is finesse (all i do is finesse)
i be smoking on that dope relieving stress
i’m just try’na chase a check

[verse 2: zeof]
yeah, all my hittas drill
and we came up from that f-ck sh-t
now we the hottest k!llers in the function
you can’t hang with me if you on dumb sh-t
on gang
and we headed to the top now
so don’t play me, you get dropped down
and i don’t play
i’ma spray your block broad day
when i through come with that k
you gon’ do the race tay-k
and i’m two times, yeah two times
you can see that sh-t on my face
and i’m f-cked up, rage locked up
and i pray he beat that case
and i’m flexing, and i’m toting
i just run through bands i’m soaring
and i’m blowing, and i’m scoring
it’s a man down in a foreign
these b-tches hoeing
can’t trust ’em
can’t blame me, that’s my custom
get it bussin’, on a block
me and tman with that glock, ay
with my brothers, yeah we all need each other
for my mother, i do this sh-t for my mother
no chains on me, that sh-t’s from slavery
ain’t sh-t free, y’all know we play for keeps (give me that)
lost my faith in god though
run up in your condo
swing door chevy tahoe
free that young bull rondo
all i know is bands bro
you can’t hold my hand hoe
if you gon’ try robbing me then i just might go rambo (graah)

- reesemoneybagz

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