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letra de vanity - reptilian club boyz

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[intro: diamondsonmyd-ck]
ayy, yuh
d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, b-tch
rcb sh-t n-gga
yah, what, what?
yeah vampire gang sh-t, suck my d-ck b-tch
f-ck you mean n-gga, yuh yuh yuh, yuh, yuh
what

[verse 1: diamondsonmyd-ck]
stomped his ass out got blood on my ice cream
coughing up blood n-gga this is not codeine
reptilian club just pulled up in srts
pew pew, i smoked him like og
b-tch [?]
[?] that b-tch, and i had on [?]
her p-ssy bald, like charles barkley
pulled up with his b-tch, look at him, salty

they stealin’ my drip, these n-ggas my offspring
[?] got a white b-tch, i feel like kobe
f-cking yo b-tch got her wet like a pisces
i feel like gucci, b-tch i’m so icy
i’m with the [?] go link up with marcy
f-cking yo b-tch got her screamin’ out rc, b-tch

[verse 2: hi-c]
gave her snake bites feel like i’m [?]
gas like a jew molly sh-lls like a [?]
[?] selling [?] like a drive thru
she giving me brain, she got a [?] iq
she eatin’ d-ck shoot me up just like [?]
get off my d-ck b-tch i’m not tryna wife you
stomp his ass out bro i’m not tryna fight you
hi-c head honcho b-tch i’m a boss, tycoon

she riding d-ck, got her wet like a typhoon
[?] b-tch i was jugging these white dudes
gotta die rich, pockets fat just like ice cube
i hit the scene and i’m lookin’ so godly
i popped that bean, it got me out my body
i got that gas b-tch i feel like a n-z-
she riding d-ck, got her wet like tsunami
b-tch i’m that n-gga, that’s why i’m so c-cky

he wanna be me, but n-gga you not
b-tch you know i got that juice like a tangerine
i pop a bean then charge up, demon energy
i look better than my b-tch, i got vanity
tweeting that f-ck sh-t now they tryna cancle me
i mix with that blood with the lean of my enemies
not about money then n-gga don’t text me
hoes on my d-ck, they wanna molest me

i suck her titties like i’m tryna breastfeed
i broke her heart, now she wanna hex me

[verse 3: marcy mane]
my b-tch so thick, godd-mn (d-mn)
she’s a russian [?], she always talking [?]
my n-ggas lookin’ for your b-tchass (where you at, n-gga?)
you the typa n-gga [?] (d-mn)
i gave you the swag and that’s on my gram’s
smoke you like a backwood and they filled up with grams
dump yo body in a river, throw yo head in a dam
who mans is this, ’cause he a b-tch

he’s a fiend off the lean, he ain’t shooting sh-t
n-gga won’t fight a n-gga but he robbin’ chicks
he said he a man but he ain’t sh-t, that n-gga don’t exist
who is he? i’m thinking ’bout getting rich (f-cking my b-tch)
rolling up that tree, n-gga mad ’cause i’m making plays
he get home, on the sofa, drownin’ in that lean

[verse 4: 5g]
these n-ggas soundin’ identical
smokin’ this blunt and it look like a tentacle
countin’ up green, eat ya veggies and minerals
i’m a machine i am out of my mental
just like [?]
look at this swag and it sharp like a pencil
walk in the scene and i pipe up
look at my wrist and that b-tch really iced up

f-cking this b-tch even though that she wifed up
these n-ggas hate even though that they like us
look at the drip, b-tch i feel like a biker
underground legend i’m feeling like viper
[?] triple k!ll i hit with the sniper
i earned my stripes so they calling me tiger
look at my [?] they brought 25 lighters
look at my [?] they brought 25 lighters

- reptilian club boyz

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