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7ucifer's reaper - blxckulah , iryson , unknown lyrics

7ucifer’s reaper lyrics
(verse 1 * bxckulah)
stick where the drip at
i’m chewing my nik naks
i’m not down with the chit chat
straight a talker no zig zag
don’t waste my time where your wrist at
i take your bar like a big mac
i would order some sauce but you ain’t got that
counting those chips when you ain’t got racks
10 9 8 we depleting that
you say that i’m wack coz i be on facts
matter of fact
i be the hottest on set
my life yea n*gga i put up a bet
deep in this music i’m feeling intact

i don’t mind a recap
repeat this sh*t yea i run my lap
mac on his hun coz he thought he the man
up in that kutchi i’m high in the ranks
beat it up like a pinyada or just like a rat
the sweets and the cheese i attack
(pre*hook * unknown)
b*tch im rolling with my n*ggas in the city
and them n*ggas thought we getting finished
we playing b*tches like it’s f*cken tennis
and they getting jealous
(hook * unknown)
we bout to murder, we bout to murder

we bout to murder, we bout to murder

(verse 2 *unknown)
if you good, i’m good
and if you bad, i’m bad
acting cool but you lacking racks
you gotta go and get the money and stash
i see n*ggas they be acting fresh
they talk alot n*ggas gotta rest
n*ggas know that we are the best
they be hating cz we never rest
hold you down, you can’t steal my nest

(pre*hook * unknown)
b*tch im rolling with my n*ggas in the city
and them n*ggas thought we getting finished
we playing b*tches like it’s f*cken tennis
and they getting jealous
(hook * unknown)
we bout to murder, we bout to murder

we bout to murder, we bout to murder

(verse 3 * iryson)
stashing money in different accounts
they snitch on a n*gga we out
tired b*tches that feed of my allowance
yeah i treat them like diamonds
f*ck with me and we bout to get violent
they mess with me cause i’m silent
and run up on me like an option
i’ll f*ck u up like the cops do

yeah i’m dangerous in my own way
yeah i turn her on with foreplay
skip skip and she on me
and she got a body like beyonce
took a trip now we outta sp*ce
i’m the reaper yeah i k!ll the cake
feast on the goods & i’m mia
independent ain’t no cia
(pre*hook * unknown)
b*tch im rolling with my n*ggas in the city
and them n*ggas thought we getting finished
we playing b*tches like it’s f*cken tennis
and they getting jealous

(hook * unknown)
we bout to murder, we bout to murder

we bout to murder, we bout to murder

- blxckulah iryson unknown lyrics

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