Reel Em In - Kill Em Nyse

Right now Reel it in I got the bag, tell a friend She got some ass, bring it in Bitch, I'm the news, CNN (yeah) Reel it in I got the bag, tell a friend She got some ass, bring it in Bitch, I'm the news, CNN (yeah) (hey) Trippin' Rollie got the tick tock missin' Bitch pimpin' (ayy) Broke niggas got me livin' (wow) You Jordan or Pippin (true) I'm Kobe I'm never gon' dish it Or miss it I'm dissin' as fuck and I ain't got the time to just kick it I don't trust nobody 'cause I can't be fake Frontin' ain't an option 'cause my soul can't change And I'm tired of being humble, bitch, I feel no way It's that young nigga shit, I might pull up to your bitch like Reel it in (ayy) I got the bag, tell a friend She got some ass, bring it in (ayy) Bitch, I'm the news, CNN (yeah) Reel it in I got the bag, tell a friend She got some ass, bring it in Bitch, I'm the news, CNN Jesus Christ (hallelujah) I bought that shit before I even know the price (hey) This 13K up on my finger, bitch, you right (true) Them diamonds dancin', yeah, that boy be lookin' nice (ayy) I guess this what you call that motherfucking ice Got a thotiana, put her in designer She Italiana, she a sorta kinda She Björk cute So she really fine, just sorta weird, and she got some cake She gimme OPB for my ODB These APC, do your ABC's I'm a young dread-head with anxiety And I love it when a bitch nigga tryin' me I don't trust nobody 'cause I can't be fake Frontin' ain't an option 'cause my soul can't change And I'm tired of being humble, bitch I feel no way It's that young nigga shit, I might pull up to your bitch like Reel it in (ayy) I got the bag, tell a friend (whoo) She got some ass, bring it in (ooh) Bitch, I'm the news, CNN (yeah) Reel it in I got the bag, tell a friend (true) She got some ass, bring it in Bitch, I'm the news, CNN (yeah)

She calls out to the man on the street "Sir, can you help me? It's cold and I've nowhere to sleep Is there somewhere you can tell me?" He walks on, doesn't look back He pretends he can't hear her Starts to whistle as he crosses the street Seems embarrassed to be there Oh, think twice 'Cause its another day for you and me in paradise Oh, think twice 'Cause it's another day for you You and me in paradise Just think about it Think about it Just think about it She calls out to the man on the street He can see shes been crying She's got blisters on the soles of her feet She can't walk but she's trying Oh, think twice 'Cause its another day for you and me in paradise Oh, think twice 'Cause it's another day for you You and me in paradise Oh Lord Is there nothing more anybody else can do? Oh Lord There must be something you can say You can tell from the lines on her face You can see that shes been there Probably been moved out from every place 'Cause she didn't fit in there Oh, think twice 'Cause its another day for you and me in paradise Oh, think twice 'Cause it's another day for you You and me in para— Oh, think twice 'Cause its another day for you and me in paradise Oh, think twice 'Cause it's another day for you You and me in para-paradise Think about it Just think about it Think about it Just think about it

Aye Bitch I was born to win, drip through yo section might do it again They know im solid as fuck on my end, came for the paper aint come for no friends Aye if i drip on yo hoe yall might come to a end ride for my niggas and you aint no kin I see the hate through my lens stop all the hate and go count up some ends Aye Bitch I was born to win, drip through yo section might do it again They know im solid as fuck on my end, came for the paper aint come for no friends Aye if i drip on yo hoe yall might come to a end ride for my niggas and you aint no kin I see the hate through my lens stop all the hate and go count up some ends I just want to get me a bag yea she want me to hit on that twat woah She say i look good in a fox, baby i know you just after this knot aye If i get to dripping on brody you gone need a clean up on 10 Know i just came for the paper my nigga i just want to count up some ends I just want to stack it up crazy bitch im a goat you can not play me These niggas old like the 80s, i keep a 9 cuz these niggas shady, Im humble and these niggas hate it, sonin you niggas im feeling like baby I done got up and these niggas hate it, lost some real niggas this world is so crazy If I go broke im a flip, i smack a bitch if she give me some lip yea extended the clip And my aim is legit, aim at yo hoe give a fuck bout a bitch Pull out my dick and she blew me like navy she suckin my soul im like somebody save me You workin for pennies you really be slavin dump my old bitch and go find me a asain Aye Bitch I was born to win, drip through yo section might do it again They know im solid as fuck on my end, came for the paper aint come for no friends Aye if i drip on yo hoe yall might come to a end ride for my niggas and you aint no kin I see the hate through my lens stop all the hate and go count up some ends Aye Bitch I was born to win, drip through yo section might do it again They know im solid as fuck on my end, came for the paper aint come for no friends Aye if i drip on yo hoe yall might come to a end ride for my niggas and you aint no kin I see the hate through my lens stop all the hate and go count up some ends