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reese laflare - 180secs lyrics

[verse 1]
all good just a week ago
you text my phone talking ’bout we just need us some hope
lol, response is tight, we gon’ sh-t on these folks
now that was that now let me go change the scenery up
see it’s been me against the world from the very beginning
y’all try to go reprint my bloggers cause it’s made up of winners
yeah y’all suppose to be some men but i see the hills are switching
you let tyree go tune you up now i’m gon’ startle your engine
transforming -ss n-gga, big dogs turn to culture vultures
keep talking ’bout me, it’s just free promotion
i’m on the wave and i just ride the motions
your gossiping a revolving door, it spins to me and keeps going
and i’m just walking right through it like i see, i see, i see
y’all already hate yourself so now it’s time to hate on me
can’t create themselves so they try to go and re-create me
i can give you a persona but for that i charge a fee
and you n-ggas ain’t paying homage
they facetiming just to dateline it
making up stories like they had they own grapevines
for the record just cause that’s yo mans that don’t make it mine
and for the record i’ve been waiting on this a long time
to be honest i really had love for n-ggas
and say your loved ones be the first ones to go and getcha
now hold up wait, here’s go part where the plot just go and switches up
i’mma show you how to chop a old friend up

[verse 2]
orange camo cuz’ ya boy flamed up
this sh-t’ heavy like brinks truck
that’s how you feel about the set n-gga
i’ll turn your life into a meme boy
i’m going forbes 30 under 30
imagine when i even hit thirty
thirty rounds for them dirty n-ggas
this that ”f-ck ya momma” have your brother missing
deion sanders when it’s showtime
i’m the kevin nash to ya big show
put you on your f-cking neck n-gga
reese flair with the figure four
see ya im like “where the beef go” yeah
cook you up just like some miso
yeah, your b-tch she give me that deepthroat
yeah, i do your sh-t just like a freethrow
yeah, dunk your sh-t like vince carter
running through the city like a martyr
n-ggas not from really anywhere
you was born up on the internet
that connect you rap about is wifi
you ain’t never even really seen a trap
n-ggas be rapping like they tony
when they really just a little pink pony
might just throw yourself a tip b-tch
this that ”reese ’bout to make a mil” sh-t
that reese gon’ make a drill sh-t
they thought i really couldn’t rap sh-t
go decode this, up on rapfix
say they run the town but i lap sh-t
vvs’ on my neck
you rock that made in the lab sh-t

[outro]
you took my sh-t and you cloned it, yeah
i need that back cause i own it, yeah
i need another opponent, yeah
watch how i switch it up on ’em, yeah
you ain’t even made a million off your talents
how you think you fresh? n-gga when your b-tch is your stylist, yeah

- reese laflare lyrics

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