lirik lagu rexv2 - lame
[chorus]
i–
yes, i gotta talk my sh~t
yes, i’ve been on top of sh~t
s~x, i get a lot of it
checks, i get a lot of it~
bad b~tch, she from yale, f~cking on a college kid
see this wrist, cold as h~ll, i peeped just how hot it get
and my b~tch cold as h~ll, i heard yours is [?]
i’m with ab, we got guns, we be on some mobbin’ sh~t
you don’t got cash, got no funds, you can’t even buy no sh~t
new bad b~tch just like cobain, through her brain, through her brain
you was just twin, you switched, you lame, that sh~t lame, that sh~t lame
look how f~cking far we came
look up, we got stars to claim
cook up, whips and cars and chains
we sacrificed for all we gained~
[verse]
hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
this new wock, wock, wock, finna pour up, pour up (eugh)
you tryn’ talk, talk, i’m not, i don’t know ya, know ya
avianne all my brothers, sh~t like minnesota (cold~)
i put 10 bands in my watch, and 20 in my soda
i gеt high, i’m smoking za, this good dope in my roll~up
everyday, i was working hard, ain’t have no choicе but to go up
you so sick i ain’t answer that call, lil’ b~tch, you might as well throw up, up, up, up
brother f~ck you up
been surpassed, can’t reach my level, you not tough enough
bro was acting weird to everybody, i knew something’s up
slime, it’s f~ck yo’ ass, used everybody, that– that sh~t yuck as f~ck
i was good as f~ck to everybody, and i’m still f~cked up
going through it, i ain’t tell n0body, i just up the cup
i just up the blunt
none these f~cking underground rappers want a 1~on~1
most these n~ggas steal~my~sound rappers, they my f~cking sons
half these n~ggas get around rappers, make one f~cking song
been produced for n~ggas out your league, what the f~ck you on?
and i tried to come back, just to see what the f~ck you on
guess you sayin’ the love all gone, cool
[chorus]
i–
yes, i gotta talk my sh~t
yes, i’ve been on top of sh~t
s~x, i get a lot of it
checks, i get a lot of it~
bad b~tch, she from yale, f~cking on a college kid
see this wrist, cold as h~ll, i peeped just how hot it get
and my b~tch cold as h~ll, i heard yours is [?]
i’m with ab, we got guns, we be on some mobbin’ sh~t
you don’t got cash, got no funds, you can’t even buy no sh~t
new bad b~tch just like cobain, through her brain, through her brain
you was just twin, you switched, you lame, that sh~t lame, that sh~t lame
look how f~cking far we came
look up, we got stars to claim
cook up, whips and cars and chains
we sacrificed for all we gained~
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