Mister
Nye Reem
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Like-Like Oh my God Oh my God Like, Oh my god Damn Need a big ass crib with a room full of mirrors And look in that bitch I'm surrounded by winners Cold heart like I was born in December If yo bitch hit me up, I can't say I won't hit her Young nigga but they address me like Mister Always new packs you would think I'm a dealer If I blow up, they come back don't remember Freak Ho she want the bone in her Like DoorDash you what smoke I deliver After we f*ck cant be catching no feelings If it's up leave at the top like a ceiling Do some I don't be tweeting on Twitter Like, chop make him dance he got rhythm Like, hero for my block to them I'm a villain Speak on my dead, then he might just go missing He better get baptized or turn to christian Driving the V like I'm GTA drifting She tryna throw the neck in front of witness They like Reem keep it up you know you gifted Smoking the opps think I got a addiction Like them niggas really be fiction Like she do a trick I magician I need a girl on that time like Kitana Gas smell like fragrance can't tell Marijuana We make em drop everything like a llama I cannot speak if it ain't bout commas I cannot answer the call if its drama Lil nigga you could run up if you wanna I'll buy a crib for I flood out my wrist Six to Eight Bullets I think in the clip I had to block the bitch talking bout kids Give a f*ck about he because bitch I am him Mr. Back on that shit I don't do violins Drop a bag on ya head Watch the members come quick Let's count the total let's study the drip What dead opp coming out of the zip Smoking on shhh, that shit gotta lil kick Shit like hot grabba can't breathe in this bitch I remember days they ain't repost the kid Now they come back around All these people on dick Now they want me around cause I could benefit People was fake so I had to get rid Always working on lab like my name it was Sid Call Melo phone and fiend for the hit 2 Ski's, Hoodies on walk with a limp Like we find the addy might bust in they crib Light Skin latina might swim her ribs Like bitch I'm a Trapstar I do not simp I'll be the same even when I get rich Niggas be watching face like they on twitch If I get a itch on my finger I click Adot my brother I'm taking that risk Melo my brother for him you get hit PJayy my brother for him Ima blitz Avery the cuz and for him it get lit Make niggas run like it's ding dong ditch AHHH
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