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reem riches - d-bo lyrics

[intro: splacc]
uh uh okay
s-p-l-a-c-c
(trend on the beat)

[verse 1: splacc]
ridin’ round gettin’ it like deebo
takin’ n-ggas money now they pockets on zero
i’m campagnin’, both wrist blingin’
shinin’, snapback, mayback, diamond
i’m not the average n-gga, pockets gettin’ deeper
tatts out, shoes on with a polo fila
no checks, get cash yeah it’s tax free
you better think three times before you rob me
they hearin’ cl1ck-clack n-ggas get back
won’t be none on that, keep it g deebo [?]
blunt lit in the wheep bangin’ my own sh-t
been gettin’ money, bands or the grip
shootin’ game right, the b-tch look nice
she like “where the weed at?” cause she wanna get high
i said “buckle up” cause we headin’ to the sky
stay on with big trees i don’t ever ever [?]

[hook: splacc]
sh-ttin’ on n-ggas like deebo
ridin’ round gettin’ it like deebo
take money hittin’ l1cks like deebo
knock a n-gga out like deebo
sh-ttin’ on n-ggas like deebo
ridin’ round gettin’ it like deebo
take money hittin’ l1cks like deebo
knock a n-gga out like deebo

[verse 2: reem riches]
uh
swag dope like a kilo
run up your pockets like deebo
if you ain’t ballin’ trade you -ss like [?]
n-ggas hit a verse a run it back like tebow
uh, i’m sippin’ pinot grigio
with a thick -ss b-tch from rio
yeah it’s reem riches i ball like chemotherapy n-gga
you ain’t hearin’ me n-gga
in the way you dressed, she’s embar-ssin’ n-gga
when the glock pop-pop they gotta carry a n-gga
uh, n-gga don’t get fancy
me and the homies run up in your sh-t like you stan lee
you ain’t a real n-gga like a tranny
my yougins put the pistol on your granny
understand me n-gga understand me
how your whole family the opposite of [?]
bull

[verse 3 : rj]
rj! hold up
r motherf-ckin’ j
lil n-gga what you got on my [?]
i’m like “i know you got some”
checkin’ pockets, sn-tchin’ out chains
n-ggas fear me in the streets on god
[?] on a n-gga what [?]
[?] put a gun out better shoot
or get put down like your father used to
shootin’ dice with jm
lemmie what’s hattnin’
trynna hit ’em for that radio sh-t and for the ratchets
pushaz ink the label bidness we [?]
compet-tion is cancelled [?]
[?] won’t look at me
paper make a [?] throw the at me
bully on the block like deebo
that’s why the plug thowin’ bricks at me
rj

[outro: tom lister jr.]
who else want some?
who else want some of deebo?

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