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rey morado - bugs lyrics

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yeah, i ain’t stepped out in a minute
shawty with me pop eyes, know i got the spinach
i could die tomorrow, f+ck it, i’ma spend it
hope my lineage good, i ain’t trippin’ over pennies

i can’t trick, i ain’t you, i been truant
blame the sticky, single fl!ck and i buoy
they say i’m comin’ up, rich statement, i ain’t rich yet
i ain’t shot a brick or threw a interception

i’m on my inception, plant a seed in your dome, i’ma bit reckless
not impressed hit my plug, i gotta switch exits
i got brothers who ain’t blood
b+tch, we big steppin, i crip walk on the track

blunt in hand, i think i’m snoop doggy dogg
welcome to the war, ask me what i wanted
only thought i want it all
quick to hit a roach like i was goin’ through withdrawal

i ain’t skipped a day in a minute, i never had to pause
all you cats more tigger, you ain’t even had the clause

to f+ck with us, sour face, f+ck is up
i love to puff, why you trippin, what’s the rush
a monster, crush big gas, stuff my blunts
i graduated, i was honor roll at rollin’ slimmer
i’ll gladly take it, still be stuntin’ on who was hatin
no umbrella, caught in my reign, no wonder you was shady

blood in veins bubble i need a abundance for me to sate it
this n+gga, want what the f+ck, i’ma need some funds to say it
i told n+ggas what was happening and they called me crazy
just cause your word ain’t sh+t, don’t mean the game i’ll play it

the fee you gotta pay it, come out your facade

just to f+ck with us, sour face, f+ck is up
i love to puff, why you trippin, what’s the rush
a monster, crush big gas, stuff my blunts

you can’t f+ck with us, sour face, f+ck is up
i love to puff, why you trippin, what’s the rush
a monster, crush big gas, stuff my blunts

and i ain’t passin’ it, n+gga, h+ll nah, ye
thought it was a mixtape, i whip it up no bisquik
appetite on rabbit, gotta have it when the sh+t shake
i hit it with my magic stick,size size she like the sh+t fake

you gon’ have to find out, put it in a b+tch face
n+ggas more than sl!ck lame, lame n+ggas all the sl!ck same
puffin’ mid, we can’t hang, don’t cap on your plug
you ain’t never shot sh+t, n+ggas more elmer fudd

- rey morado lyrics

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