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bippin - reggie (girlhefunny1x) lyrics lyrics

[intro: reggie & luh tyler]
ski (thank you darnel)
and we on stream, right?
and we on stream, right?
h+llow, ski, h+llow
h+llow (gg)

[chorus: reggie & luh tyler]
i’m feelin’ sick up in b+tch
i need my meds, ain’t talkin’ ket’
flew straight to the ends, who sayin’ jit?
ain’t talkin’ court, who’s shootin’ bricks?
ain’t talkin hoodie, i need a zip
all in my party, got blue strips, and i’m like, “d+mn, this sh+t legit”
this sh+t get hot, might need some meds
and i don’t even know that b+tch
how you wear rick’s, you owe some sh+t
you ain’t even rich, you owe some sh+t (h+llow, ski)

[verse 1: luh tyler]
now he rappin’ ’bout this f+ckin’ cash, and he ain’t even have it (nah, he ain’t have it)
i just woke up to a bad b, and i ain’t even braggin’ (ain’t even braggin’)
mr. ski ain’t nun’ like these n+ggas, swear i’m far from average (on god)
why would i fly one of these hoes out and say that i got a bad b+tch?
in the club, i ain’t even twenty+one, i guess i’m a savage (savage)
freak sh+t, in here shakin’ ahh, i just wanna grab it (i’m tryna grab that)
mr. ski, n+gga, you know me, i’m all about my bread (yuh)
like soulja boy, i turn my swag on soon as i hop out the bed (ski)
n+ggas out here chasin’ at the hoes, i’m gettin’ rich instead (cha+ching)
real stoner, i’m with my brother reggie, but we don’t smoke no reg’
i walked in the room, sprayin’ rats, and know she spreadin’ legs (uh)
[verse 2: reggie]
i told that b+tch to kick rocks, i don’t care if you broke your legs
and she gon’ do what she told, n+gga, like i was simon says
and i ain’t tryna f+ck the ho, i told the b+tch, “just give me head”
i keep rollin’ up the blunts, but my eyes not gettin’ red
i told twin to pull up, n+gga, i’m in this b+tch with craig (h+llow)
n+gga, i’m in this b+tch with grim
told that b+tch, “you know i’m him” (you know i’m him)
she say she ain’t wanna suck no d+ck, well, we won’t link again, h+llow

[chorus: reggie & luh tyler]
i’m feelin’ sick up in b+tch
i need my meds, ain’t talkin’ ket’ (need my meds)
flew straight to the ends, who sayin’ jit? (h+llow)
ain’t talkin’ court, who’s shootin’ bricks?
ain’t talkin hoodie, i need a zip
all in my party, got blue strips, and i’m like, “d+mn, this sh+t legit”
this sh+t get hot, might need some meds
and i don’t even know that b+tch
how you wear rick’s, you owe some sh+t
you ain’t even rich, you owe some sh+t (h+llow)

[outro: reggie & luh tyler]
ski
mr. ski, man (uhh)
h+llow
ski, h+llow

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