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letra de intro - yung reece

[intro]
yessir
you don’t want it like me
ain’t made for it like me
can’t rap like me
(let me tell you something)
straight out the gutta b-tch
favela boy
(imma be famous)

[verse 1]
you feel me?
and now i be running the city
i’m drippin in raf, givenchy
my b-tches they bad and litty
you cap, you fitted and whack i get it
i got me the bag wit benjis i bag the b-tches they mad i get it
thought i told em i really been poppin off
i just f-cked on your hoe that’s another loss
and she f-ck my music, another loss
and she gave me the brain just to top it off
f-ck around wit reece, i’m finna go hеad and scratch him off
i am a beast and lately i just been spazzing off, uh
now i got thesе racks
now they be watching me in my bag
why is they stalking in my page wanna be me swear i’m they dad
oh they be talkin bout me they hate, yeah but they main b-tch on my snap
shortie done pulled up, she a freak b-tch, she want reece d-ck i’m gon act up

[verse 2]
imma go ahead and act up
you b-tch you don’t really gotta act tough
you slip imma hit you wit the mac bro
i got a big shot, your ass a magnet
i take your b-tch out, loving the fashion
she be talking bout the way a younging really rapping
pull up wit the 30 and i murder then i dash it
blessed wit the gift so i’m destined for racking
all of these bands up, i’m with the backend
hold on, i ain’t mean to snap on this sh-t
drip drip drip everytime i walk in this b-tch
trip-trip-trip-trippin when they talk bout the kid
cause i pull up on the beat imma murder some
boy trash he’ll end up as another one
don’t want it like me can’t rap like me
how the f-ck you finna make it when i’m merkin something like this
two shots all it takes to down him i’d spend two clips in the full loaded chop
i might hit his brain few times i’m poppin his sh-t
he want talk crazy i’m offin this sh-t
often i rock the coffin, i don’t deposit it, 10k its all on my sh-t
all of my thoughts is flawless, i spit the raw sh-t it’s kinda obvious b-tch
been on go, need 2 bands for a motherf-cking show
hold on, what you wanna say to the bro?
big k, talking crazy it’ll bang on his nose
slim waist finna make me go and bang on a hoe
sl!ck talk finna make me go and bring out the pole
told her shut up, the moment i came i’mma go
i’m stuck up, whatever i say it’ll go, like

[chorus]
hundreds all in my safe
he talking he isn’t safe
that boy cappin cappin no kizzy
imma put him all in his place
i been offin sh-t, poppin sh-t
now they wanna talk i know you fake
i just wanna rock the b-tch honestly
now they hey want talk i know you fake
hundreds all in my safe
he talking he isn’t safe
that boy cappin cappin no kizzy
imma put him all in his place
i been offin sh-t, poppin sh-t
now they wanna talk i know you fake
i just wanna rock the b-tch honestly
now they hey want talk i know you fake

- yung reece

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