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reggie rude - s.n.h (sunday night heat) lyrics

{hook: reggie rude & miss noir}
big flame
asking what i tote? big things
banging on the block, big frame
ask me what i want? big rings
see all the talk, don’t phase me
spittas outside, don’t play with me
cause you gon’ die, can’t blaze with we
who gon’ ride? my gang and me
talking like
big flame
asking what i tote? big things
banging on the block, big frame
ask me what i want? big rings
see all the talk, don’t phase me
spittas outside, don’t play with me
cause you gon’ die, can’t blaze with we
who gon’ ride? my gang and me
talking like

(verse 1)
i don’t really know what’s provoking yuh
when you spit the truth, can’t takе a loss
all of your questions rhetorical
when you spit flamе there’s smoke of course
i done been quiet for way too long
n+ggas been clowns but i laugh it off
yeah i been down, but never exhaust
how want the one but need the gang involved?
ooo you wanna eat but can’t handle this floss
n+ggas gon’ drown can’t handle my sauce
do it for the block ya do it for the blogs
tired of ya cats, more love to my dogs
flash the water on your neck, little n+gga get lost
before you get tapped, don’t want less than the voss
big man drip, soaked to the socks
it’s either fly or drown little boy get lost
{hook: reggie rude & miss noir}
big flame
asking what i tote? big things
banging on the block, big frame
ask me what i want? big rings
see all the talk, don’t phase me
spittas outside, don’t play with me
cause you gon’ die, can’t blaze with we
who gon’ ride? my gang and me
talking like
big flame
asking what i tote? big things
banging on the block, big frame
ask me what i want? big rings
see all the talk, don’t phase me
spittas outside, don’t play with me
cause you gon’ die, can’t blaze with we
who gon’ ride? my gang and me
talking like

(verse 2)
even on the court you can’t leave me
i’m not the alphabet, boy you can’t read me
cross you up, i ate ya eye with the 3 peat
cause ay b see? you can’t d me
ay i’m real gnarly, leave you 6 feet
like the g boy i play on the creep creep
gotta clean up the bars that you got queued
now i gotta put the nozzle to your grill piece
i don’t fake the funk, no i’m not shooting
but i ain’t take a shower in two weeks
you know i’m big daddy cool let’s just come clean
i’m just trying to prove a point dog you too sweet
should’ve never pressed the b+tton that’s a doozy
get you old school wrapped for a cool g
i’m too cold ain’t no biggie when i odee
i’m known for putting more colors in them coogi’s
red, red, pink, red, the bars chew him
i could make a starburst from a rhyme scheme
and i ain’t stopping till i’m done and you cry peace
yeah i’m writing till you fall like its loose leaf
n+ggas gassing you up just to shoot me
so you popping at my wings just to do me
but i’m hank hill with the propane
yeah n+gga popeye with the two piece
huh, yeah
[outro: miss noir]
oh reggie? sweetie?
don’t be f+cking rude

- reggie rude lyrics

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