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kingreemer - the meditation lyrics

[intro: kingreemer]
uh, uh, uh
uh, buh buh
like i’m a monk, like i’m a, call me a bunk
i meditate, i meditate to this just like i’m a monk
(what oh what)
i meditate to this just like i’m a monk
uh buh buh uh uh buh

[verse 1: kingreemer]
i meditate to this just like i’m a monk
on top of your b-tch you can call me a bunk
run his -ss over lay him in the trunk
bring me that booty, give me a chunk
it took me a minute now i gotta get it
my uncle my grandma i know that they with it
no more tight clothes on me b-tch they all fitted
they say that i left them, n-gga i rifted
i don’t got no friends gotta get to the bag
no belt on my jeans but n-gga i don’t sag
i keep the whole thing on me b-tch i don’t lack
play with my bros you get shot from the back
play with me too you gon’ have to evaporate
lose your whole family in other words segregate
up in a foreign i gotta accelerate
make all my sh-t, yea b-tch i ill-strate
miz see a b-tch he throwing the ‘oop
when she come over she blow me like soup
then when i’m done she go to the group
hoe you a troop, b-tch i salute
i’m shooting my shot it go in like swoosh
your b-tch she nasty, she really loose
i pull on her antlers call her a moose
she finna quack just like a goose

[interlude: kingreemer]
she finna quack just like a goose
what? yea
oohh
pulling her, uhh
she finna, what?
pulling her antlers just like a moose

[verse 2: kingreemer]
i got the racks in my pocket
i’m taking off soon in a rocket
i’m gunning you down with my socket
leaving your b-tch while i tell her to stop it
i’m with your b-tch she said she wants the best of me
you shooting blanks boy you got a vasectomy
it do not matter ’cause i got the recipe
switched up my flow on this song check the melody
i got hoes to the right and up in front of me
your b-tch on me because she want the company
you ain’t getting money you seem like a bum to me
yea i’m in first and i’m chilling so comfortably

[outro: kingreemer]
oooh, that last verse, for uncle alex
uh, check out the carrots
uh, she eat me like salad
uh, i’m throwing in cabbage
throwing in cabbage
i got the rackets
you in my bracket
i eat it like salad

- kingreemer lyrics

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