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letra de riker - sybyr

[intro]
ugh
i see, i see
woah, ‘ringe

[verse 1: sybyr]
someone call the reaper? time to break your speaker
b-tch, you gettin’ weaker, starting to hear a squeaker
evil contraband, woah, i don’t need your hand
ho, what you make is bland, someone get their mans
running around a circle-jerking atmosphere of trends
i’m finna break what you know, you not in my league, no need to pretend
collecting my calm unforgivable, i’m in an area where you grow miserable
f-cking around with a temper
b-tch, i don’t get angry when you turn into dinner fool

[chorus: sybyr]
riker, riker, riker, riker
riker, riker, riker, riker
riker, riker, riker, riker
riker, riker, riker, riker
riker, riker, riker, riker
riker, riker, riker, riker
riker, riker, riker, riker

[bridge: leon’s wolf]
ay, you syringe n-gga isn’t it?
you been babysitting these lil’ n-ggas for a second mane
let me show these n-ggas [?]
real hungry [?]
come a lil’ closer, come a lil’ closer, lemme slap you
ayo, lil’ b-tch, ayy, ayy
f-ck off [?] woof

[verse 2: leon’swolf]
i don’t give a d-mn about nothing anymore
let a boy think he on my level humor ’til i’m sore
steady pacing leave these fakers over-hyperventilating
why you waiting p-ssy practice what you contemplating
give these f-ggots hours ‘fore reacting on anxiety
middle finger ready, wielding both fists and a b-tter knife
cut a p-ssy up, boy, was soft but he acting hard
i already knew before cause talk too much
we’ll step up where you at lemme see you ready to spar
man, i swear i love a fight i’m a fiend for some hand to hand combat
really it is nothing what a p-ssy think he is, you a top dog?
wolf is the owner of the pound, you a small pug
me i got the stamina to spit the whole serengeti, f-ckboy
n-gga, you ain’t nothing to me stomping on these lil’ boys easy
i don’t give a d-mn about rap it’s just words
really wanna witness some excitement then n-gga just f-ck with me

- sybyr

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