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​reefuh - disloyal lyrics

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[intro]
(you like that kind of thing?)
hundred_inch rims on a brabus, b_tch
hundred_inch rims on a—, huh, brabus

[verse 1]
actavis, show me somethin’
xanax, xanax, i don’t know n0body
if you say you love me, i’ma run with it
bottle pop, have some fun with it, uh
runnin’ back like she ain’t tell me she was done with it
b_tch had turned me off actin’ like i’m not the one with it

[chorus]
hundred_inch rims on a brabus, b_tch
why the pretty women wanna acid trip?
in los angeles, was on some fashion sh_t
opportunities arose and i attacked that, b_tch
i could wear whatever the f_ck i want
i’ma keep bein’ who the f_ck i am
lot of backstabs, so i trust no one
try to make do with what the f_ck i can, uh

[verse 2]
i was young and dumb when i popped thosе pills
b_tch, please, you should know they gеttin’ popped again
busy doin’ way too much, i’m tryna cop a thrill
i get caught inside the mirror, wanna rush that man
out of breath ’cause the drank let the walls close in
it’s getting hard for me to think ’cause i’on got no plan
b_tch, i got only the family in a four_door sedan
last thing i wanna do is go back where it began
because i never have done the things i never have did
words cut so deep, i felt the punch in my ribs
spent love on me if it was all you could give
drugs got a hold, could barely breathe in this b_tch
i’m talkin’ ’bout—, uh, i’m talkin’ ’bout money on a counter
i’m talkin’ ’bout racks gettin’ spread
ho tryna f_ck me for a payment, tell the b_tch i’d rather be dead
this ho be goin’ tunnel vision, don’t even know what the h_ll i said
i got gumbo in my pocket, sittin’ on a stack of bread
[chorus]
hundred_inch rims on a brabus, b_tch
why the pretty girls wanna acid trip?
in los angeles, was on some fashion sh_t
i get lots of somethin’ i can’t ration, b_tch
opportunities arose and i attacked that, b_tch
price tag on ya soul, tryna buy it
p_ssy took my rack, i need my rack back, b_tch
flip a truck like a flapjack, b_tch

[verse 3]
f_cked a ho safe, ooh, baby
percs got ’em tweakin’, i think folks caught rabies
had beef with a jit, i might f_ck his old lady
hundred rounds, posted up, we like the navy, ah
guns to his head like dababy, ah
she gon’ offer brain, i said, “maybe,” ah
molly water got me lazy, ah
my lil’ snapper go brazy, ah
if i smoke dro twice, i might not make it to the spot
if the door won’t lock, squeeze the handle ’til it pops
if i go broke doin’ me, by every means, let me drop
if being broke is being dead then most my unit getting shot
as much i prayed in the last week, you’d think i’m right next door to god
if being real will get you k!lled, i send the enemies my drop
’cause ain’t no way in h_ll i’d break bad on my brothers from the hop, uh
gin and reefer tryna steer me from the scotch, woah
i got foreign b_tches hoppin’ on my crotch, woah
i drop a bow and my lil’ brother get you got, woah
internet beef, talkin’ to a bot, woah
g19 squeezin’, this b_tch here got a dot, bro
ap got me freezing, his sh_t got ’em hot though
switch up for no reason, leave that p_ssy out to rot, bro
i wanna see him shot though, i wanna see him dead so
reachin’ for that trigger, folks’ll come knock off his head, woah
[chorus]
hundred_inch rims on a brabus, b_tch
why the pretty girls wanna acid trip?
in los angeles, was on some fashion sh_t
i get lots of somethin’ i can’t ration, b_tch
i could wear whatever the f_ck i want
i’ma keep bein’ who the f_ck i am
lot of backstabs, so i trust no one
try to make do with what the f_ck i can, uh

- reefuh lyrics

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