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letra de funeral - rico recklezz

[chorus]
i dropped the top on the two seater
i left the club with two eaters
max payne, i got two heaters
i poured a four in my two liter
i get more cheese than a slice of pizza
iced out the cross but i’m not a preacher
kept a ruler more than my teacher
i’m in the game, you on the bleachers
hand outs, what are those?
changing the play like an audible
versace on me, that’s my underclothes
we got some b’s, f’s, and c’s, f-ck an honor roll
pint of the wock got me movin’ slow
steady totin’ them drops, you ain’t use ’em though
all these deads in my pocket a funeral
when i flame up that gas it’s a funeral

[verse 1]
my pockets is filled with deads
backwood filled up with your meds
don’t kick it, i ain’t got no legs
you thinkin’, get shot in your head
i go ham for the cheese like i’m in the kitchen, put me on some bread
i got white like mayo but no b-tter knife, these shots they spread
locked up, they put me in a cell
my mama said i never cared
i see you on the gang sh-t but when i hit the block boy you never there
f-ckin’ who you came with
shots pop, send your -ss up like some stairs
that was twenty shots, he got hit with seventeen like i was talkin’ ’bout the year
promethazine, no beer
i got two b-tches, they queer
make it rain like adele
lamborghini got the engine in the rear
make my shooter get a tear
my n-gg-s can’t bite like they chill
all these new n-gg-s so weird
i shop at saks, you at sears
quarterback, i’m in the field, recklezz

[verse 2]
full pint of wock, put it in my soda
hit my cup once, now you in a coma
you a b-tch n-gg-, i scared the cobras
russian ak, hold it on my shoulder
my pockets, they similar to a folder
gunshots wake you up, ain’t no d-mn folgers
gun was seventeen but it got older
thirty shots, bullets fly, ain’t no layover
get some top from a thot, ain’t no stay over
want some coochie, b-tch i’m gucci, ain’t no zaytoven
in the trap, i got keys like i’m beethoven
in the twenty-four seven, b-tch stay open
n-gg- f-ck motels ’cause they smokin’
call my shooters packaging ’cause they poking
ain’t f-ck with you rats, why they rodents
just know that i stay for opponents

[interlude]
now we are gathered here today
ladies and gentlemen
to roll this dead -ss n-gg- up
everybody unroll your wood
put his dead -ss in there
put a fire to his dead -ss
recklezz b-tch

[chorus]
i dropped the top on the two seater
i left the club with two eaters
max payne, i got two heaters
i poured a four in my two liter
i get more cheese than a slice of pizza
iced out the cross but i’m not a preacher
kept a ruler more than my teacher
i’m in the game, you on the bleachers
hand outs, what are those?
changing the play like an audible
versace on me, that’s my underclothes
we got some b’s, f’s, and c’s, f-ck an honor roll
pint of the wok got me movin’ slow
steady totin’ them drops, you ain’t use ’em though
all these deads in my pocket a funeral
when i flame up that gas it’s a funeral

- rico recklezz

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