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reefuh
reefuh
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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reefuh
Producer

Letra

(Wasn't— wasn't— wasn't that bad)
Top slatt, bitch
Oh, shit
You know who the fuck that is
Oh, shit, oh, shit
Gun talk, let's up that gunplay
My lil' bro fuckin' throwed off, raisin' hell on Sunday
Why not blow the bag? I'ma save it one day (Bow chicka wow wow)
Copped a half this Tuesday, it was gone last Monday
Lil' reef get the racks off (Bow chicka wow wow), big reef bring the racks in (Bow chicka wow wow)
Get dope from the west side (Bow chicka wow wow), get hate from the backend (Bow chicka wow wow)
Broke boy livin' with his momma, livin' life with no passion
Fuck, wanna count them commas, slime send a hatin' bitch out packin'
Bow chicka wow wow, bow-bow-bow-bow chicka wow wow
Bow chicka wow wow, bow-bow-bow-bow chicka wow wow
Bow chicka wow wow, bow-bow-bow chicka wow wow, ayy, ayy
Bow chicka wow wow, bow chicka wow, bow chicka wow wow, wow, wow, wow
Yeah, slime rock Guess, fuck it, I guess (Am I right?)
Hit his ass in the chest, damn, in the chest? God knows I ain't right
Off Perc like a zombie, I'm damn near dead
Hi-Tech done got me, cup damn near bled
I was on my dick, all them tears I shed
Now my boxers Rick and my life like SEX
Since me was a jit, been in the mix like Chex (Damn, damn)
Pulled up to your shit, knock his ass out like FLEX
Chicka wow wow, top slatt (Wow)
Wow, yeah, yeah, wow
Bow chicka wow wow, bow chicka wow wow, ayy, ayy
Bow chicka wow wow, bow chicka wow
Bow chicka wow wow, wow, wow, wow
Gun talk, let's up that gunplay
My lil' bro fuckin' throwed off, raisin' hell on Sunday
Why not blow the bag? I'ma save it one day (Bow chicka wow wow)
Copped a half this Tuesday, it was gone last Monday
Took a play for a job, Glock got a button and a knob
Fat fuck-ass boy, you a slob and your rap's not it, get a job
This week had sucked, on God, I'ma leave it to God
T-6 flight with a rod, in the sky, finna shoot at the birds
We turnt the fuck up, not burned, hit your bitch ass up, you learn
Push up, get put in a urn, for this life, I did nothin' but earn, ayy
Momma said she was concerned 'cause the pills in my tummy was makin' it turn
Written by: reefuh
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