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​fta 2 - ​reef (usa) lyrics

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[intro: reefuh]
ha, boy, yo’ pockets puny
i got bad sons, mr. mooney
why y’all main thot tryna do me?
i’m like, “f*ck, i spilled this lean on my ksubis”

[verse 1: reefuh]
had that g43 through tsa
on my mama, f*ck that drama, p.d.a
smoke that ganja, get them dollars
alleviate, i got two of everything i needed a fta
they ain’t bout that sh*t, that’s master bait
for me she m*st*rbate

[chorus: reefuh]
bedrock, f*ck her, make the bed rock
obj, he with them jakes, he caught a headshot
it’s f*ck them snakes, that’s on bro grave, gon’ end up dead, watch
caught him sleepin’ in that traffic, clipped his dreadlocks

[verse 2: reefuh]
i’m off a ritalin, helping me focus
i’m sick of this weenie hut b*tch, boy, she bogus
i get the brеad, take it right out the toaster
i’m sick of this propaganda, it’s atrocious
i’m in thе villa, can’t get realer
came out the womb as a godd*mn k!ller
rock margiela, new hoe vanilla
wanna touch my sh*t, boy? don’t, tiller
racks tall than a pillar is, teach these boys, they gon’ read that syllabus
i’ma pop that pill, f*ck his mom for a thrill, bro got swiped out a bow, we’ll drill a b*tch
arp a dud, if this b*tch jam then they gon’ can me
i talk to my wallet, hit the club, i said, “band me”
pourin’ activist for when i misbehave
call up funeral, they’ll put you in that grave
folks gon’ spank him, he gone take yours
you speak on who’s career? like*like, b*tch, i ain’t make yours?
[verse 3: funeral]
no, he can’t move like me, it’s too illegal for him
that boy get shot like movie, like, that sh*t regal for him
that boy can’t hit no l!ck himself, need you to steal it for him
get the drop on that p*ssy, the desert eagle on him
we be in the telegrams, he get set up
left lil’ bro in his own blood, he get wet up
.9mm semi*auto apx, beretta
f*ck that vest, lil’ bro, i shoot from the neck up
we just slit his neck up
he gon’ co*op wit the feds, yeah, he gon’ fess up
we like the cartel in this b*tch, we tore his chest up
took his head up off that b*tch, now he can’t get up
he get dropped like police, swear they think they know me
in this b*tch forever, like, b*tch, i’m really og
like, can’t no label own me, labels still up on my nuts, i do this by my lonely
get depressed like a emo b*tch, but they can’t destroy me

[chorus: reefuh]
bedrock, f*ck her, make the bed rock
obj, he with them jakes, he caught a headshot
it’s f*ck them snakes, that’s on bro grave, gon’ end up dead, watch
caught him sleepin’ in that traffic, clipped his dreadlocks

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