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letra de once again - reggie rude

(hook)
trying to hop back like a hoopty to a bens
(woop)
i got it going once again
(woop, woop, woop)
hold on, look at my wrist
(its icy, its icy)
you gon’ need another lens
(it’s icy, don’t fight it!)
don’t you come around here with no friends
(don’t settle)
don’t make me say that once again
(girl, know better)
me and my homies tryna win
(need that cheese!)
still you ask how much we spend
(need that cheddar!)

(bridge)
(hot, hot, hot, hot)
baby you know i’m bout it
baby you know i got it
baby you know you want it
same rules, same problems
same crew, same bosses
imma switch the game how i wanna

(verse 1- reggie rude)
the underdog here back
(back!)
the mvp of this rap
(rap!)
never slip up delivery
(no!)
i’m on point never lax
(lax)
that’s why i stay in the trap
(trap!)
these labels trying to corner me
(no!)
never worried about the suit and ties
i’m all business never slack
(slack!)
all the haters give me dap, then decide to get the dissing
i’ll spend time on you, waste lines on you if the pants really fitting
then face time, if you die, then i’m the one that k!lled you
i’ve spent enough time in a box, that’s why your girl call a lot
(ooo do it again, do it again, reggie do it again)
my new girl look like my old girl with a better personality
cause i’m petty you can count on me
“yes daddy?” when she answer me, “yes reggie” when on top of me
more fetty when i count the cheese
i’m too fab with the wordplay, i see ya don’t wanna battle me
my mind sharp, got a strong heart, i operate like a faculty
i know ya stealing from the boy, but ya not gonna lie on me
cause when they ask who the best, all i hear is “me, me, me”
but i laugh like i’m dj khaled, how i ki ki ki

(verse 2- noir & reggie rude)
i be rolling with the baddies, when we walk in n-ggas geaking
couple hotties h-lla decadent, them mocha b-tter pecans
why they vexed? cause i stepped my cookies up and i’m up next?
why you stressed? i was chilling bumping “molly, percocet”
yeah, uh
lil queen, i’m a f-cking black star
i been hustling and grinding trying to find my way to mars
i don’t really give a f-ck if you’re feelings getting hurt
if that n-gga think he on my team i tell that n-gga “skurt!”
want some racks up in my purse, want $5,000 for my verse
got a million dollar p-ssy you will never get the work
they be like “yo whats up slim?”, but i’m focused on my ends yeah
where was all ya at when i was shooting in the gym? like splash
rude boy, reggie, be my bestie (uh-huh)
pull up, looking boujee, s-xy (uh-huh)
booty little, but don’t test me
toasting, baking, cooking, cheffing

(bride 2- noir)
look at this face yeah uh, look at these legs yeah uh
look at this -ss yeah uh, look at this money yeah yuh
look at my swag yeah uh, look at my swag yeah yeah
all in my bag yeah yeah, i’m all in my bag yeah

(conscience outro)
oh they feeling you now…you see all these shorties staring? you gotta hit one my n-gga. come on. your shorty won’t know. sh-t she might just join…

- reggie rude

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