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letra de longlegs - reyisblu3

[intro]
i’m on the come up, been holdin’ it for a while now
some of these p-ssies been waiting so long to snipe me down
don’t hold your breath if you don’t wanna suffocate from it
i heard that clownin’ on artists really cracks you down
cl!ck the link to my channel, find a pile of gems around
crackin’ open cracker jack boxes to chuck the present out
got nothin’ more for you weird b-tches today
just remember that you my sons so this ain’t a gift, it’s a hand-me-down

[verse]
long legs, kinda speed i got, they don’t catch me (uh)
pop heads whenever he done thought he gon’ pass me, smack the
f-ck out of a poеt in his own nook, that scene
fade to black likе closed screens on chromebooks
phone books dream of having 10s and 9s like i do (yuh)
cold hooks like winter freezin’ fish inside the bayou
lil punks get sonned so bad, it turned the f-ckin’ sky blue (ay)
no f-cks given, send his ass into the skyshrooms
old books be thin as f-ck compared to stacks of guap i got
a lumpy sum of 50 somethin’, ’cause that’s how much the album cost
i called the f-ckin’ tsa when all my d-mn bags were lost and —- thought i’m dumb
don’t get it twisted with those happy thoughts (b-tch)
snap a thot in half, i treat the b-tch just like a candy bar, then laugh it off
hate white women, i’m like the anti-jack antonoff
smackin’ all these rappers, i’ma pass on offers
hand ’em all, back a link to longlegs, then crack they jaws
pulled into the record store, i slammed the shelves then hiked it out the back door
broke so many discs, i need a chiropractor, i
write cold as ice feel like a cryomancer
light no faster than the fights that i go after
siphon pipe from my mind to my glass screen protector
buy a pint of dr. pepper, freeze it, then i’ll eat it after (ay)
cypher three steps ahead, it’s apesh-t, i’m the caesar rapper
all i need to do from here is write a verse that’s speakin’ backwards
pen sharp as f-ck, cut the paper to a snowflake
don’t hate the goat, just hate the hoes who spit for more fame (fame)
pop a nail into your dome then slam it like a door frame
a gassed up m-s-ch-st, i fuel the boat with loads of pro-pain
no pain, no gain, been here, whole day
no straight b-tch is ’boutta tell me that it’s no hate (pain)
i know exactly what they wanna say, but they don’t say
pretend to put up with me just to judge me on a sunday
but just so you know it ain’t a f-ck you to all of you
just the few judgers justifying what they cult do
disguised with “love your neighbors,” then you look up at the sky before they close the f-ckin’ sunroof
the f-ck you ‘gon do when the gun pew?
you’re done and if you run you better find a spot to hide or hope you got long legs in this b-tch
got bands in this b-tch (yuh)
project flawless, all 10s in this b-tch (ay-ay-ay)
park bench with the stick, crosshairs lined up
cl!ck, cl!ck, like they ’bout to drop dead in this b-tch
no complaints or complications, c-ck the clip back
if you say sh-t, peel your top back and rip away (ay)
brazilian facelift up in the pavement until the patient brain is caved in
these hatin’ hoes surprised i made this fire like some cavemen
their stereos get fried with all the subs that i be makin’
have a dope halloween, if you got this sh-t playin’, that’s real
{outro}
album on the way, i love you all
thank you for being so patient
yuh

- reyisblu3

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