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letra de baguettes - yung reece

[verse 1]
i got the way
i got these racks, up in my safe
i’m at ya back, popping a k
i got a rack, hunnits of k’s
oh they be talking bout me everyday?
come and say it to my face
run to the racks i’m never out of pace
f-ck what a n-gga gon say

pop them,i f-ck her, then block her
i’m always gon keep me a choppa
i might just buy me some water
i’ve been f-cking they call me the father
i been k!lling the p-ssy i slaughter
think a lil n-gga hot but i’m hotter
i knew i was gon f-ck when i spot her
like, i just done got me hoes, white on they nose
ride the d-ck the it’s apole
you know we keeping a pole
f-ck with a n-gga you know the choppa finna blow
they call me reece the goat
b-tches be watching they want my d-ck up they throat
i just be chilling in boats
hit up her bestie and now a n-gga f-cking both

k’s, and drakes
and chops, your face
i ride, the rafe
yo b-tch, my bae
i made a hunnit in a day
i got the bag a racks up in the safe
if he was talking that boy isn’t safe
f-ck what a n-gga gon’ say
her night been so romantic
shine all on me dancing
timeless rollie dancing
i ain’t wanna hear tantrums
f-ck that b-tch and leave in my phantom
she just told me i sound atlanta
all my n-ggas swipers and scammers
suck my d-ck she having no manners

[chorus]
hop out the jet
ice on my neck and on my wrist i got baguettes b-tch
run up your bands, cause if you don’t you gon left b-tch
i just made bands, cause of one song off of my ex b-tch

[verse 2]
put a b-tch up to the test b-tch
diamonds on me i invested
if he really wanna try, pull up with the fire and i’m finna x sh-t
imma leave him out his mind, watch at how he die
over my respect b-tch
young ass n-gga gon wreck sh-t, bad b-tch she brought in her best friend
(hold on i be like)
hundred k all in the back
i just be counting these racks b-tch
oh they be talking, they mad
got a p-ssy boy reacting
imma catch him when he lacking
imma catch him up in traffic
he was talking all that cap
f-ck yo glock imma get me that strap b-tch

[outro]
i don’t wanna fall in love
she just told me i’m a thug
i ain’t eva really thuggin
i just take ya b-tch and then i f-ck em
got a p-ssy n-gga actin tough
he know reece takin all his stuff
pull up on him got a n-gga stuck, hah!

- yung reece

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