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riggs & murtaugh - reks lyrics

[reks:]
seven survivors sire, record was set afire
jealous envious liars, paper, pencil supplied a
tempo ammo and he handle any vandal vying
against my tribe of scribers do or die writing for lifers

[action bronson:]
this is orange bearded bronson magnet shorties think i’m spanish
we never rocking sandals. you see me copping pandas
the drums are heaven paired with lamb encrusted mustard sauce
i’m done with salmon every time they came the drugs were tossed

[reks:]
world revolves, cycles turn, psychos turn pill poppers
suicidal wheel riders, sk!ll harkers, architect the thought
of dark to prosper oscar for thespian talkers
action and reks equals bonkers bars— mfing monsters

[action:]
yes, sir. tantric positions with his wifey on the baby bed
blatant disrespect
root of evil on c-ssette
eating seasonal and fresh. leaving s-m-n on the chest
the young morgan freeman people skiing on the vest

[reks:]
yeah. live from the bully pulpit—where we geppetto, puppets
your nose is growing hold you’ll be showing as soft as sm-t is
without the p-ssy showing penetration generation renovation
destroy, rebuild: innovation. ink a statement on your cranium
painting steeples and stadiums, scr-pings and shading them
success colors i’m braving sun. faded lungs, polluted kidney
i’m due to kick the bucket young. f-ck it— flung a finger, let ‘em all come

[action:]
got all women making plaster twisting naturals this is practice
tempurpedic mattress, p-ssy like a catfish
she like it backwards. many p-ssengers have p-ssed through
she getting ran through quick wit slurping the cash in my grip whip
got a sick clique known to nibble on a b-tch t-t
hear the silence then a cl!ck cl!ck, no alliance peace to big vick
word to science, only your salmon is a pink slit
and f-ck the diamonds—slice up the cheeses with the string sh-t

[reks:]
get your crucifixes ruthless lyrics from booth’s truest lyricists
is this is vantage business bar business penny chasing channels face it
fingers clink and it’s great. make men flinch; look—
slaves to my rhyme book— shook
y’all girl scout cookie pushing talking crooked yellow spine rhyme
mob of shook ones, how you find time to be pitching and be scripting
to be robbing and be jotting to be spitting and be plotting
your two cents don’t make a dime

- reks lyrics

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