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medu$avenchy – reborn lyrics

verse 1: medu$avenchy

talking the pack, the xans the crack
all my n-gg-s they pull up the gat
double cup syrup have you on yo back
skinnier the pants, heavier the cognac grams of that gas straight sack
uh
hoping my pockets get fatter
cooking the dope like chowder
i’m taking yo b-tch
with the wrist cost me a quarter brick
uh yuh
rolling the blunt
n-gg-s in the back
smoking in the front
pigs in the vic
packs in the civic
limping wit the smithy
better yet the fifty
beat that -ss like bobby did whitney
baby bottle killing my kidneys
hook 1: medu$avenchy

went on that b-tch like son of sam
popped a xan we reborn again
f-ck fake n-gg-s we reborn again
f-ck fake hoes we reborn again

verse 2: fletch darko

f-cking yo b-tch in the back of the coup’
ride for them dollars my n-gg-s gone shoot
call up the killers and call up the troops
f-ck on that b-tch and she said i’m the truth
heard these lil n-gg-s be snitching the [?]
don’t f-ck around with them haters and snakes
spazz on that b-tch if she don’t know her place
blocka blocka blocka shots to yo face
got a new b-tch and she sweet as vanilla
told that lil b-tch to go beat it like thriller
born in the jungle with dealers and killers
crazy lil n-gg- ill ride for this skrilla
lil n-gg-s now i don’t play bout my paper
i just dropped 60 i feel like a laker
run in yo sh-t come find you like takers
feel like meek milly young n-gg- a chaser

hook 2: medu$avenchy

went on that b-tch like son of sam
popped a xan we reborn again
f-ck fake n-gg-s we reborn again
f-ck fake hoes we reborn again
f-ck fake hoes we reborn again
went on that b-tch like son of sam
popped a xan we reborn again
f-ck fake n-gg-s we reborn again
f-ck fake hoes we reborn again

verse 3: jaryn satterfield

real n-gg- on a day to day
i get p-ssy on daily basis
spray my white-out leave her faceless
get a fill f-ck the braces
pull it out ace of spades
keep it raw like the f-cking papers
keep her singing like sade
like a bus and she riding
bouta’ bust like a bubble
no rubber ducky i’m in trouble
tell these hoes get on my level
keep it steady i should get a medal
phone calls and she meddling
kick her out then she peddling
i get sales like a peddler but call me a merchant
i got the merchandise for whatever u searching
get to kicking like an escobar
and no i’m not talkin bout’ pablo
hottest n-gg- in the city that’s not even my goal

- meduavenchy lyrics

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