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lirik lagu reemo - break dancing

[intro]
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look at the sky, , d~mn
my b~tch be mad i be dissin’ on the~
my b~tch be mad i be speakin’ on the~

[verse]
my b~tch be mad i be dissin’ on the dead, but she be smokin’ with me
and i keep biddin’ on , and she keep chokin’ with me
my dog be chasin’ money too, his pockets pokin’ with me
my loyal, he be rockin’, he be rollin’ with me
d~mn, we be laughing on a drill, that sh~t the bid
all these hats, i might just open up a lids
he was dissing, but we made that n~~~~ wish he never did
the detectives taking pictures of his wig
i’m a trap baby, really made a k!llin’ with the stove
i got good grace, and i got some sugar for your nose
i was ot, it was me, and onni, and the bros
and my check ringing, that’s another zombie on the phone
like, this sh~t jumpin’ every hour of the day
and ferb trappin’ every hour, ’cause it pay
the fiends blowin’ up his phone, he tryna bag it up
and we spent roley’s in the trap, you can add it up
could’ve bought a rolex, but auntie want the work
so before i bought the watch, i bought the bobby first
i’m takin’ risks, i’m ridin’ round with all this bobby brown
ain’t breakin’ off, don’t call it jacked if you don’t got it now
trappin, rappin, jumpin’ out of cars
this b~tch in love she know she f~ckin’ on a star
she like “i love your ass to death”, i’m like “alright”
i know this b~tch a bop but i ain’t even bop her or cart
my lil’ brother evil, he still his mom baby
he hug her tight, then he grab his gun and go crazy
she’ll never guess her baby out here doin’ n~~~~’s shady
he a , he like primetime t’mcgrady
n~~~~’s hate me but i can’t even pay them n~~~~’s mind
i’ma say your homie name, and make it rhyme
(i’ma say your homie name, and make it~) doe
i’ma say your homie name, and make it rhyme
i know a dancin’ ass n~~~~, died right before christmas

we’ll slime you out, he thought that he was gang till we blitzed him
tay be cookin sh~t, turned 54th into a kitchen
really wettin’ sh~t, i done caught a couple n~~~~’s slippin’
while you with your b~tch, how your ass get shot while youwas kissin
y’all was makin’ out, i torched the whole block, y’all was b~tchin’
i be givin’ game, you could learn something if you listen
[outro]
trap baby, really made a k!llin’ with the stove
good grace, and i got some sugar for your nose
babyhooper, only 15, he a pro
i smoke marquan, mix it with the sheem, and the doe
(d~mn, mix it with the sheem and the who?)
(d~mn, mix it with the sheem and the doe)
(mix it with the sheem and the who?)
(d~mn, mix it with the sheem and the doe)

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