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(Once again | My shit's low | Turn me up
(I don't know dude fuckin ship it) (Ship it dog I ain't got time for that shit, let's go uh) (Once again My shit's low Turn me up Turn it up Reid in the cut) They don't be callin me Terror for nothin I'm always up to somethin I'm bumpin lines in a 4 doe slumpin Dunkin on punks who tryna throw me off Try to show me off acting like we tight they wanna jack me off But here's the thing I make it loud until they ears ring This rap game yang so I must be the ying Grab my thingy-thing Pass it to the left and now we giggling Toes tingling, I'll start mingling Off top like Mysterio Really lyrical Terribly hysterical I make 'em soggy like some cereal Here we go bitch, crack it open I rollin' up a doobie, hockin loogies while I'm smokin Yolkin' Yo I think yo' thang broken Toss her off a ledge and watch her head pop open I keep it raw, like my shawty ass when I smack it I never practice Hand me a mic and I'll attack it Samurai moves that make ya neck turn elastic I jack the keys to ya hatchback and crash it Dustin' off my tee like you'll never believe I be stickin' words together like sap from a tree You think you clever on the mic bitch? Say no mo' My shit is boss when I'm spittin' it Say no mo' Throw ya hands, I'll throw mine Catch you frontin' for the last time I'ma blast yo' ass into the past time You got a man that need a chin check? Say no mo' Light 'em up like a cigarette? Say no mo' I got the ice and the gold the cash flow and the clothes But it still ain't enough yo I need some mo' (I really do) (Let it ride) (Let it ride out 'til it dry out) Well, how it be, what it do? Yeah fool, I'm lookin' at you I been in it fo a minute Can't limit what I do So what's the deal? Disintegrating mics is my skill I'm off a couple pills I just can't stay still For real And while I'm at it Lemme grab the cash out da reggi My wordplay heavy and my trunk say Chevy My mind constantly makin' nonsense Processing what I want It's Reid in the gauntlet The best yet, I dress wet No necklace I'm blessed with a style that's straight reckless Punk say it with ya chest You know I'm next And you can keep your bloody check 'Cause I do what I can to stack ricotta Bust yo medulla oblongata Underground warlord jumpin out the choppa I never stoppa It only take one shot to make ya head poppa I got tha Jumbo prawns, the brains and brawns Rest in peace Big L yo I gotta put it on and Like I said before yo my shit go Like wheels on a track Ya ain't even know Say no mo'
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