LORD REESE

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[Intro] (Grow up, nigga) Huh, huh, frr, frr, frr, frr Frr, frr, frr, frr, frr, frr For life, I'ma hold you down, they play double, won't cross that line If they do, it's a penalty fine, first round pick, we lit in the times [Chorus] I'm tryin' to be out in Greece While you duckin' the beef, I know for a fact we gon' eat Cashmere blanket, dozed off on the flight I'ma always stay fly, I done poured me a three I could never be option B, I've been the one, what the fuck you mean? Pull up in somethin', that bitch got a wing My bitch bad, she with it, capeesh If you, huh, if you, huh, if you really like that Cash out, boy, this a light pack, I'm tryin' to run it up, leave me impact You got to respect what I'm gettin' at Know for a fact you'd be sweatin' if you did that Hidin' your opps, you ain't spin back, tryin' to get head 'til I see Lord Reese Tryin' to get head 'til I see Lord Reese, tryin' to get head 'til I see Lord Reese Tryin' to get head 'til I see Lord Reese, tryin' to get high, tryin' to get high Tryin' to get high 'til I see Lord, yeah Cartier frames on, this her favorite song, she love my cologne [Verse] Probably got more money than your OG Petty for pussy, but tempt me with tea You could find someone new, but it won't be a me I'll be right there, thankin' with them boys, on the 'Crete Hard-head members, my dogs gotta eat Like father, like son, Bronny James and Bron In the hills, I'm trapped in the sun I can't stop 'til the job get done [Chorus] I'm tryin' to be out in Greece While you duckin' the beef, I know for a fact we gon' eat Cashmere blanket, dozed off on the flight I'ma always stay fly, I done poured me a three I could never be option B, I've been the one, what the fuck you mean? Pull up in somethin', that bitch got a wing My bitch bad, she with it, capeesh If you, huh, if you, huh, if you really like that Cash out, boy, this a light pack, I'm tryin' to run it up, leave me impact You got to respect what I'm gettin' at Know for a fact you'd be sweatin' if you did that Hidin' your opps, you ain't spin back, tryin' to get head 'til I see Lord Reese Tryin' to get head 'til I see Lord Reese, tryin' to get head 'til I see Lord Reese Tryin' to get head 'til I see Lord Reese, tryin' to get high, tryin' to get high Tryin' to get high 'til I see Lord, yeah Cartier frames on, this her favorite song, she love my cologne
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