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dry ice - j.k. the reaper lyrics

[verse 1: j.k.]
yo
my ex girl called me
askin’ ’bout my new chick
didn’t know what to say
talkin’ ’bout colors
when all i see is grey
think about it everyday
girl spread your wings
she want diamond rings
& i want everything
girl spread yo’ wings
i wanna see you fly
i wanna see you dream
you’re popular
you’re so popular
to you it’s all a game
but this my life
it’s all a scheme
it’s all a scheme
tell me how the f-ck i’m supposed to feel (d-mn)
when nothing that i see is f-cking real (d-mn)
life is everything, but just to k!ll
all i really do is wanna k!ll
maybe if i…
took a lil’ minute from neglect
bought a new machete for the snakes at my neck
know a lot of women poppin’ p-ssy for a check
cut a check, maybe i should find out what’s next
my life is a cycle
you trash, i recycle
yo’ idol is nothing to me
yo’ p-ssy is vital
i would feel like god if you would let me touch it for free
my aura is golden, it’s shining
it’s glowing
these drugs are just snowing
they take it all in
need me a minute to take it all in
p-ssy so wet i might take me a swim
p-ssy so wet i might take me a swim
p-ssy so wet i might tell all my friends
p-ssy so wet i might share with my friends
p-ssy so wet i might drown in the end

[hook: j.k.]
you’re so cold
this sh-t gettin’ old
b-tch i’m that n-gga
you’re so cold
this sh-t gettin’ old
b-tch i’m that n-gga

[verse 2: premeir jones]
rain-drops
drippin’ down the thighs
as she slidin’ down that pole
can’t stop
you are like a drug & i’m a spend out ’til i’m broke
you can’t knock
anything another n-gga doin’
you ain’t did it
you ain’t lived it
just believin’ you & homies put in work
beware of the game & be polishing the curves
her lips so tight
to think, i think of you
when i’m alone
to know once i’m inside
you’ll never be the same
i’ll change your role
i’ll change yo’ life b-tch
quit playin’ these games
she’ll ask me;
“who the f-ck are you?”
i’ll say no words, just show
then look her in her face
girl, who the f-ck are you?
i say that i want, i get it
you say that you want it, i live it
thank god that i’m living
these games that you play get me livid
somehow i just love it
these words i just utter
i’m talking to you
when i’m talking to you
i wanna be sure that you see
ain’t no n-gga quite like me
i sip from the challis of youth & yo’ n-gga is nothin’ to me
that p-ssy so amazing
before she fall asleep she hit a n-gga phone
trynna see what a taste of fame is
& she thinkin’ i’m a put her on the road
cause i came in from the motherf-ckin’ sun
with in hand motherf-ckin’ gun
i won’t hesitate to shoot
beard long as h-ll as if i’m calling ducks
my money shot is coming right along
no, i want hesitate to shoot

[hook: j.k.]
you’re so cold
this sh-t gettin’ old
b-tch i’m that n-gga
you’re so cold
this sh-t gettin’ old
b-tch i’m that n-gga

- j k the reaper lyrics

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