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letra de repulsive boy - reg mason

lemme get a little this, lemme get a little that, lemme get a little

verse 1 [ajradico]
lemme i get a lil’ this, making money outta sense
ever since a lil kid i was clever as a fox
never really with the shits, i was never with the antics
always in the crib, till i hopped of the stoop
and i rode with the wind but my mama never panic
i just ollie off the curb, i was just another nerd who was
skinny as his pants is

rooftop brownstone for the party
light-skin with a shot of bacardi
we caught up even though i knew her hardly
she half russian but she wasn’t in a hurry
slowed down off the juice seeing double now
she a rebel child, flushing all the troubles out
so i asked what she doing instead of school
she replied “that ain’t what i wanna talk about”

(uhhhh) charged up like a proton
i ain’t really tryna see her with the clothes on
but i’m really tryna smash from the half-court
talking bout a re-match shorty, so long
but she tryna model, tryna cop her a flight to chicago
over there, them n-gg-s wild though, its either hit or miss when your smiles gold

boy i been in for the k!ll like la roux (aye)
i might just be bullet-proof (aye)
half of these n-gg-s got no game
top of the hill selling propane, oh mane, no way
serving these chickens with lo mein, they fronting and stunting with no pay, running and gunning with no aim, (hey!)

verse 2 [reg mason]
coheed, coheed
i dont know what i put my baby on
22 packed like benihan-
teeth ain’t quite f-cked up like savion
who almost fought a grown man
old girl in the gazebo
raymond gotta chill with the 4chan
vauxhall n-gg-s be evil, what?

gotta run my tribe like i’m igbo
lez beard going full ebro
n-gg-s don’t know v-dub-o
pressure me, into this?
you a dub, ho!
matt stay crippin 5-deuce
i ain’t affiliated, i just know you
n-gg-, two bars can decompose you
selling my d-ck, is it bi-coastal? nah

i don’t have a p-ssport, no
obese sean gotta come through now
mom got her own life so she eggsh-ll walking on when ima move out
‘nuever around before it goes too south
32 zel, n-gg- that’s too south
i can’t wait for the og’s
i can’t wait for the thrill of an od
i cannot wait to be out of this basement, prying your facade away
h-m-phobic n-gg-s we know are g-y
putting ya fear and dollars on display like…
“shit’s got me f-cking mad”

n-gg- i’m in the back we cookin beats
laughing to the bank to steal me apiece
then to papa johns to steal me a piece
juxed some innocence up off of the street
you ain’t nothing you just off of the street
then to domino’s to steal me a piece
juxing ya mother right off of the street
you ain’t nothing you just off of the street

- reg mason

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