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3005 freestyle - reason lyrics

[verse]
bad b-tches be surroundin’ me (they do)
all cute, -ss thick out like a balcony
sweater wear, i do these hoes, they gon’ have it out for me
’cause i just give ’em d-ck and go, these hoes know my policy
white b-tch bust it open, i nicknamed her pile-a-seed
ha, -ss faker than a wannabe (a wannabe)
yo man don’t have a clue we f-ckin’, soon he’s gonna see
but he won’t even trip ’cause girl, i’m everything he wanna be
wait, wait, listen, what i say, ho? (say, ho)
tired of these fake b-tches thinkin’ that they j-lo (ha)
fake hair, b-tt shots, -ss feel like playdoh
all these made up b-tches (b-tches)
mind [?], ha
but f-ck it girl, ’cause you know how to pop it
i just plugged ’em up with d-ck, all these hoes is sockets
i just hit these hoes’ switch, treat these hoes like topics
since a diamond’s only change, let me keep that in my pocket
look, ha, but i still f-ck you baby, stay calm
want me to put it in? sure (wha?), state farm
she’s said, “my man comin’, please daddy, don’t take long”
now ain’t that about a b-tch like a drake song?
flow crazy, there ain’t no comparin’ this
everything i write the bomb, i f-ck around and tear her wrists (sheesh)
ha, i swear my sh-t be too cold (too cold)
pockets so fat albert, no wonder how i pull hoes (pull hoes)
i been pull hoes f-ckin’, my d-ck stood up like mistakes
conversation good but my d-ck great
packin’ like i done switched states
caught me up but my b-tch ain’t
i’m right boss, my wrist break
i f-ck a b-tch then i’m tired of her
i put her out like mixtapes, uh!
it’s reason, bars is what you gettin’, n-gga
b-tches lookin’ for your boy like he missin’, n-gga
she f-cked me good like i just got out of prison, n-gga
d-ck full of memories, how she gon’ forget a n-gga? ah!
huh, how she gon’ forget a n-gga?
huh, she been f-ckin’ with them different n-ggas
fake br–sts but she f-ckin’ with the realest n-gga
huh, give ’em my pickle then quit dealin’ with her
huh, this off the top, this ain’t written, n-gga
every friday, i should be feelin’ n-ggas
huh, i swear that i be k!llin’, man
i’m on the f-ckin’ top like i’m comin’ from the ceiling, n-gga wait

- reason lyrics

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