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lirik lagu r.j. roze – i’m lil reru 3

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[verse 1: r.j]
yeah
so here we are, spittin rhymes
reru be pullin’, y’all be googlin (bing)
how to get a girlfriend
how to get her to give you f~cking head (cum)
she ain’t gonna suck it you motherf~cking b~tch
keep on f~cking crying and i’ll leave you in a ditch
i’ll beat your ass so hard, you’ll be seeing stars
i f~cked all your side hoes in your f~cking cars (honk honk!)
came on your girls tits in your red lambo
leave me the f~ck alone, you’re just a worthless rando
you got no room to hate cuz you watch hentai (onii~chan!)
i called your waifu garbage and i watched you cry
your girl took my c~ck and sucked me f~cking dry
then i took her coochiе and ate it like a curly fry
yeah thе curly fries from jack in the box
you’re so f~cking g~y you suck 30 c~cks
i ain’t a h0m~phobe, just hate your guts (i’m also a h0m~phobe)
here’s fifty dollars, go sniff some b~tts
do what i say, you p~ssy f~g (f~ggot)

[hook: r.j.]
what up stinker f~gs, it’s reru in the house
i can’t stop looking up your sister’s blouse
i’m gonna f~ck her in the ass and nut on her face
i’ll f~ck her so good that i’ll catch a case
whoa, gotta, go, on the run from the cops
i sucked their c~cks and gave em chops
i’ll slap those cuts and their asses
i’m a h0m~ without my glasses
put em back on, burn the flag
go f~ck yourself you f~cking f~g (f~ggot!)
[verse 2: r.j.]
sorry for those comments, don’t cancel me
you’ll never be what i’m gonna be (nope!)
i crashed your truck at the riot
you looking a bit chubby, get a diet
you should eat more than justin’s ass
i’ll give you the cracker pass (cracker)
eat some saltine’s while you cheat on him
while you did that, i f~cked your sis, kim (she was hot)
she was so loud, she blew my eardrums
she also blew my d~ck, oh, here it comes (nut!)
that lotion she gave you was my nut
stop spending my money on mut
f~ck ea, f~ck ea, i f~cked your mom (f~ck ea!)
i kissed your sis’s p~ssy with your lip balm
trick or treat, you smell like feet
go away or you’ll get beat, stupid b~tch, go beat your meat
dreaded month around the corner, it’s the end of october (nnn)
you won’t last a single day, when it’s over, you’ll say yay
trick or treat, you’re h~lla fat
why you such a little brat?
when yo mom gave birth to you she was like (aaaaaah!)
what the f~ck is that!?
you act like you got down syndrome
your slower than google chrome
we all know you got no girl
who would want a sausage curl?
trick or treat, you’re f~cking g~y
you’re so ugly, your parents pray
you’ll get beat for your birthday
i’m the king of the rap league
you’re the kind of rap fatigue (national rap league)
all you do is mumble rap
when you rap, n0body clap (uh~uh!)
[spoken: r.j.]
(ccdollaz boutta burn a motherf~ckin beat, b~tch)

[verse 3: yxng cc]
i’m known to blast you with glowing blasters
we reminiscing, we going backwards
i’m a lonely rapper, og rapper
call me thanos, i’m known to snap you
i’m a dog getting bone and scr~ps of food from the platter
i’m shooting a blaster
your mumble, your making a fool of yourself if your dueling a rapper
i’m the king of jungle i’m hanging on trees
like meek mill when i’m chasing a dream i’m a lion there ain’t no taming the beats
when i’m writing there ain’t no containing the heat
like inuyasha i be slayin the preist
your a servant, you can’t hang with the king

[spoken: r.j.]
ids on the mic next, let’s go

[verse 4: star oden]
yeah, ids on the d~mn mic
yeah you ain’t gettin’ no money
cuz you gettin’ f~cked by a fat dike
smokin’ on runts, told ya once
smoke a blunt, gotta mellow up (cuz)
just another track to land, talkin smack
boutta get caught, wit a back hand
makin raps, i’ve got a dream
hopin’ people clap, that’s word to luther king
walkin’ around talkin’ yo sh~t, for yo face, it do not fit. (noo)
i’m ids, he is reru, he’s talkin’ his sh~t just to heat you. (ohh)
when i tour, got people campin’ like ants
when i’m live they get hype
and they all gonna do they dance
followin’ everybody else, don’t know how they felt, claimin’ you can’t
but yous a d~mn sycophant
[verse 5: r.j.]
what up, p~ssy f~gs, f~cked your mom
came in her, now i’m gone
i’m the king of the block
if you disagree you can meet my glock
i shoved my gun in your sisters ass
then i shot it, just kidding, go touch some grass
(gibberish)
that’s what half you f~ggots sound like
i f~cked your sis on my bike​


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