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letra de dinner time - rexv2

[chorus]
lil’ ho tryna slide, and eat like dinner time
bi-b-tch, on god, i be smokin’ ‘za, i just been gettin’ by
d-mn, i just been gettin’ fried
this an ab function from side to side, and you can’t get inside (rex)
brother flipped that brick like twenty times (rex), add up to twenty-five
d-mn, he said his o.g. locked inside, he servin’ twenty-five
boy, i never gave a f-ck if n-ggas lie, i just been gettin’ fly
lil’ twin, he roll up runtz, he said, “new strain, this sh-t called apple pie”
and i’m geeked, just tap the blunt
i been on gеnie, need like a hundred g’s, that brеad came in this month
and you won’t be who say you wanna be ’cause your ass always put on a front
and most of you rap n-ggas can’t f-ck with me, and that’s just me being blunt
some of these treesh-ass hoes tryna f-ck with me, but i can’t help but be a c-nt
pushin’ that arp, ho, double d’s, 5.56 in the trunk (go, go, go)
put like a whole band down on the glock pb, why the f-ck i be tryna punch?
and i’m like fl keys, twin movin’ real keys, if 12 catch him, then he f-cked
could never touch that ho, b-tch move too sleazy, her ass stay givin’ it up

[interlude]
(welcome to the winners circle, v2, baby)
ab is anti-gooning, being lame is a choice
i been high since february
the fleh, the fleh
enjoy your stay (v2)
[chorus]
lil’ ho tryna slide, and eat like dinner time
bi-b-tch, on god, i be smokin’ ‘za, i just been gettin’ by
d-mn, i just been gettin’ fried
this an ab function from side to side, and you can’t get inside
brother flipped that brick like twenty times, add up to twenty-five
d-mn, he said his o.g. locked inside, he servin’ twenty-five
boy, i never gave a f-ck if n-ggas lie, i just been gettin’ fly
lil’ twin, he roll up runtz, he said, “new strain, this sh-t called apple pie” (rex)
and i’m geeked, just tap the blunt (rex)
i been on genie, need like a hundred g’s, that bread came in this month
and you won’t be who say you wanna be ’cause your ass always put on a front
and most of you rap n-ggas can’t f-ck with me, and that’s just me being blunt
some of these treesh-ass hoes tryna f-ck with me, but i can’t help but be a c-nt (v-v-v—)
pushin’ that arp, ho, double d’s, 5.56 in the trunk (go, go, go)
put like a whole band down on the glock pb, why the f-ck i be tryna punch?
and i’m like fl keys, twin movin’ real keys, if 12 catch him, then he f-cked
could never touch that ho, b-tch move too sleazy, her ass stay givin’ it up

[outro]
v—

- rexv2

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