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Baguettes Video (MV)




Performed By: Reece
Language: English
Length: 2:38
Written by: Bryan Reis




Reece - Baguettes Lyrics




I got the way
I got these racks, up in my safe
I'm at ya back, poppin a k
I got a rack, hunnits of K's
Oh they be talking bout me everyday?
Come and say it to my face
Run to the racks I'm never out of pace
F*ck what a nigga gon say

Pop them,I f*ck her, then block her
I'm always gon keep me a Choppa
I might just buy me some water
I've been f*cking they call me the father
I been killing the pussy I slaughter
Think a lil nigga hot but I'm hotter
I knew I was gon f*ck when I spot her
Like, I just done got me hoes, white on they nose
Ride the dick the Issa pole
You know we keeping a pole
F*ck with a nigga you know the choppa finna blow
They call me Reece the GOAT
Bitches be watching they want my dick up they throat
I just be chilling in boats
Hit up her bestie and now a nigga f*cking both
K's, and drakes
And chops, your face
I ride, the rafe
Yo bitch, my bae
I made a hunnit in a day
I got the bag a racks up in the safe
If he was talking that boy isn't safe
F*ck what a nigga gon' say
Her night been so romantic
Shine all on me dancing
Timeless Rollie dancing
I ain't wanna hear tantrums
F*ck that bitch and leave in my Phantom
She just told me I sound Atlanta
All my niggas swipers and scammers
Suck my dick she having no manners

Hop out the jet
Ice on my neck and on my wrist I got baguettes bitch
Run up your bands, cause if you don't you gon left bitch
I just made bands, cause of one song off of my ex bitch

Put a bitch up to the test bitch
Diamonds on me I invested
If he really wanna try, pull up wit the fye and I'm finna X shit
Imma leave him out his mind, Watch at how he die
Over my respect bitch
Young ass nigga gon wreck shit, bad bitch she brought in her best friend
Hold on I be like
Hundred k all in the back
I just be counting these racks bitch
Oh they be talking, they mad
Got a pussy boy reacting
Imma catch him when he lacking
Imma catch him up in traffic
He was talking all that cap
F*ck yo glock imma get me that strap bitch

I don't wanna fall in love
She just told me I'm a thug
I ain't Eva really thuggin
I just take ya bitch and then I f*ck em
Got a pussy nigga actin tough
He know reece takin all his stuff
Pull up on him got a nigga stuck, hah!
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I got the way
I got these racks, up in my safe
I'm at ya back, poppin a k
I got a rack, hunnits of K's
Oh they be talking bout me everyday?
Come and say it to my face
Run to the racks I'm never out of pace
F*ck what a nigga gon say

Pop them,I f*ck her, then block her
I'm always gon keep me a Choppa
I might just buy me some water
I've been f*cking they call me the father
I been killing the pussy I slaughter
Think a lil nigga hot but I'm hotter
I knew I was gon f*ck when I spot her
Like, I just done got me hoes, white on they nose
Ride the dick the Issa pole
You know we keeping a pole
F*ck with a nigga you know the choppa finna blow
They call me Reece the GOAT
Bitches be watching they want my dick up they throat
I just be chilling in boats
Hit up her bestie and now a nigga f*cking both
K's, and drakes
And chops, your face
I ride, the rafe
Yo bitch, my bae
I made a hunnit in a day
I got the bag a racks up in the safe
If he was talking that boy isn't safe
F*ck what a nigga gon' say
Her night been so romantic
Shine all on me dancing
Timeless Rollie dancing
I ain't wanna hear tantrums
F*ck that bitch and leave in my Phantom
She just told me I sound Atlanta
All my niggas swipers and scammers
Suck my dick she having no manners

Hop out the jet
Ice on my neck and on my wrist I got baguettes bitch
Run up your bands, cause if you don't you gon left bitch
I just made bands, cause of one song off of my ex bitch

Put a bitch up to the test bitch
Diamonds on me I invested
If he really wanna try, pull up wit the fye and I'm finna X shit
Imma leave him out his mind, Watch at how he die
Over my respect bitch
Young ass nigga gon wreck shit, bad bitch she brought in her best friend
Hold on I be like
Hundred k all in the back
I just be counting these racks bitch
Oh they be talking, they mad
Got a pussy boy reacting
Imma catch him when he lacking
Imma catch him up in traffic
He was talking all that cap
F*ck yo glock imma get me that strap bitch

I don't wanna fall in love
She just told me I'm a thug
I ain't Eva really thuggin
I just take ya bitch and then I f*ck em
Got a pussy nigga actin tough
He know reece takin all his stuff
Pull up on him got a nigga stuck, hah!
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Writer: Bryan Reis
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