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letra de huge (fk naze) - reid berger

[intro: naze & reid berger]
aye, it’s a reidy, reidy boy, wanna hear the diss track? it’s not even a diss track it’s like f-cking 30 seconds long, 20 seconds long

alright, homie made a diss track against me with a mic in one hand and a burger in the other

kinda goes umm a little bit hard but a little bit sh-t at the same time, it’s like f-cking 45 seconds. it’s sh-t

[verse: reid berger]
yea, it was sh-t, you can say that again
little stupid ass b-tch wasting ink in my pen
kidding you ain’t little you huge!
finna get dropped with that attitude
say u wanna make it big, homie you’re there
hocus pocus eating healthy don’t you dare
see yourself as villain, you’re more like grimace
can’t afford your billing when you’ve had 3 dinners
i should print out fake bills for this mv
sorry that’s your idea filled with envy
who told you i was your enemy
it should be some bread with some sesame
you ain’t no girls type neither one nor two
homie i take it back i feel bad for you
must be hard carrying all that weight
so d-mn big after all that you ate
i need a bad diss, call naze
block my girlfriend, that’s just sad hoe
you’re tryna live in my shadow
but you can’t fit another fat joke!
when i say “fk” u say “reid”
“fk” (reid)
“fk” (reid)
spell icup can’t see yourself pee
[bridge: naze]
got the ice on my wrist, got the curry and the p-ss yea
try to shoot my shot and you know i f-cking missed it

[verse: reid berger]
there’s a reason i cut your verse
this motherf-cker keeps fries in his purse
did you know that naze does shrooms?
or were you too focused on his b00bs
you’re the biggest smallest channel on youtube
your momma’s so fat that she produced you
if laroi heard your sh-t he’d be so done
“naze’s my favourite,” said no one
think there’s roses on your grave, don’t know why
nah homie, we just glad you died
faking 50 thousand streams, know you won’t achieve ur dreams
faking that you’re sipping lean ’cause no one ever touched ur peen
ain’t tryna be rude, there’s no talent here
tryna get me sued? oh i’m trembling in fear
’cause b-tch, you’re scary and b-tch, i’m weary
gotta get this done, start your obituary

(oooh)
how was that for no talent, b-tch?

- reid berger

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