Reaper (feat. Blacc Dinero)
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This hotsauce got me feeling spicy Big Cuban got my feeling icy Spanish bitches call me papi chulo All They say is puedes venir a jordemi Head game on super soaker Vvs in my peripheral Watch piece on a different globe Frosty the snowman How do I stay so cold Double Cs on my fitted boots Louie tote hold the revenue Gucci scarf in my back pocket Listen close as I speak this truth Your girl go ape when I come thru Banging on my chest when she saddle up Sucking on my dick like a sippy cup Nutting in her mouth you kissing her Loving her. Daydreaming while she schemin with the reaper on the low Extendo on the Glock I keep a pole Baguettes came from the North Pole Question me; imma take ya soul Moonrock through the periscope White broad said she wanna taste Whip my shit out she get amazed I ain't stopping till I'm 1st place Lap to lap ain't breaking sweat Bar for bar I'm taking necks Mac and cheese up in her waist She stress me she get replaced Bright lights with the high beams Put the money on a magazine The crowd scream when I hit the scene Groupies chase the whip like I'm jong un Breaking ramen noodles out the pack nigga no spoon Betray me like juda did Jesus. Pick him Up he in pieces. Went from Osama been plotting to Osama been had it Target on ya bitch back, we doing practice Add the pieces together mathematics She just fucked the bro; camera roll be the witness Earthquake with the back shots Knock her tracks out Reaper reaper reaper don't take my soul Too late now you niggas know DINEROO It's BLACC D, you witness, my rap flow so vicious My pipe game religious, your girls clit delicious Why he looking mad suspicious, if the nigga front we burn em Take two to the chest heartburn em Ain't a killer nigga but don't push me I love weed, money and pussy Bold kitty, short or bushy, A cutie with a fat tushy Ooooopzie, Don't loose me, got niggas with real uzi's That henny got me woozy, smoke big blunts no looseys Kickin ass nigga I'm Bruce lee, dress like I'm blade I'm Wesley Got a 100 grand call it nestle, it's in my pants bitch just see It's Chocolate flavor, you'll love the savor Bitch get it right i do no favors, you messin wit Blacc da major playa Niggas be frauds, y'all need some prayers Smile so hard but be a hater, stunt so hard but be a faker Talk mad shit but I be the shaker, troublemaker, Moneymaker Love the paper, Brons a Laker Hasta la vista, now meet your maker Killed this beat call the undertaker Blacc D be the terminator, and that's word to Schwarzenegger And that's a wrap, for all y'all niggas
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