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rebuke - baby flaco lyrics lyrics

[chorus]
she tryna make me sin, i rebuke the ho on jesus, huh
she like, “where you been?” she tryna rip my d+ck to pieces
i gotta hit with a jimmy, these lil’ hoes be havin’ diseases
she tryna f+ck me overseas, that lil’ ho got a visa
she tryna f+ck me overseas, that lil’ ho got a visa (hol’ on, hol’ on)
she tryna be the boss of me, i told her, “hasta la vista”
i told her, “hasta la vista”
bad b+tch, smoke that reefer
bad b+tch, smoke that reefer
she tryna be my eater

[verse 1]
shе act like her name kеisha
my wrist so godd+mn heavy, you put it up, it feel like i’m liftin’ weights
she tryna wait in line to suck my d+ck, i told the b+tch, “okay”
i’m number one, i don’t care ’bout a rank
feel like i’m pimpin’, i walk with a cane
catch me a n+gga, i’m leavin’ a stain, hol’ on
she tryna f+ck with flac’, [0:55][?] screamin’ my name
n+gga, i don’t care ’bout your lil’ ass chain, this is a big body range
i hit the b+tch for the first time, i didn’t even know she could sing
i got diamonds on my f+ckin’ neck and you know that sh+t bling

[bridge]
she the devil, i rebuke it (i rebuke that b+tch)
uh, you the devil, i rebuke you (i rebuke you, ho)
shout out jesus
shout out god
shout out jesus
shout out god, shout out god, shout out jesus
[chorus]
she tryna make me sin, i rebuke the ho on jesus, huh
she like, “where you been?” she tryna rip my d+ck to pieces
i gotta hit with a jimmy, these lil’ hoes be havin’ diseases (hol’ on)
she tryna f+ck me overseas, that lil’ ho got a visa
she tryna f+ck me overseas, that lil’ ho got a visa (ho, ho)
she tryna be the boss of me, i told her, “hasta la vista”
i told her, “hasta la vista”
bad b+tch, smoke that reefer
bad b+tch, smoke that reefer
she tryna be my eater

[verse 2]
wrist work, wrist work, wrist work
wrist work, wrist work, wrist work
molly, percs, she just left the earth
all these rat n+ggas on this paperwork
how the f+ck that motherf+ckin’ paper work?
show you how that motherf+ckin’ paper work
make your soul come out your body and leave the earth
i’ma show you how this f+ckin’ paper work
first, you get your gun, watch your paper work
first, you get your gun, watch your paper work
i can take your soul off this f+ckin’ earth

- rebuke lyrics

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