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Terror Reid: | Go take a break and lemme talk shit | Anotha Blade up in the back, aint hurt a bit
Terror Reid: Go take a break and lemme talk shit Anotha Blade up in the back, aint hurt a bit Members only grippin wads up inna fist I flipped the latch again so go redact da fuckin script Run up on em think hell blast ya in the thorax Deez faggots lackin funds got me sleepin like im snorlax I think im boutta slide up outta here i need some mo wax We trackin hella dirt up in dis bitch might need a floormat Grab dey neck before i Tune em like a instrument My Sword style intricate, Im Swingin off dem stimulants Bitch Dont give a fuck i feel magnificent Im Screamin from the studio wit dom stayin vigilant Domsta: I contemplate on later dates Of countin' cake Turn a middle man to skin and bones Fuckin' up this play Don't eye my plate hoe increase ya weight Bag it up flappin' off the boat Straight to shrimp and steak Double R with the D-O-M-S-T-A Just two playas hailin' from the coast Baby born and raised Hate to see me clean and paid Shinin' thru the shade Charger in the trunk shinin' grain Rollin' on them thangs 5.7 chambered pistol Goin' through the Chevy Kinda hard to track this hawk With that little hemi Sad attempt to clip these wings You get touched for twenties Send 'em to the light See the blanco when you meet this benny Terror Reid: No friends, no problem bitch its what-ever Im at the bottom of the sea just to feel the pressure Aint my fault yall mothafuckas turned me to a leper Greedy bitches beggin me for bread, keep it off da record But daz a story for another day Im hangin back i got da scope up on ya far away The kiss a death will smooch ya booty either way Nah Im just pissed because ya wife forgot another payment yesterday Got my Time around my neck is like im flava flav My mental cage got cold bars Aint slept fo days been on the stage just to see if itll cool the rage If i lose my place fuck a mark ima burn the page Domsta: I'm sorry but I gotta keep me high Head in the stars Heart in the sky Couldn't bring me down with bricks for shoes Hoe trust me they tried Would have to sell 300 dimes Couple thousand times Just to make the same today I shake no hand I clock no time Let me show you by example Hate my motivation Hate me cause I come just to collect Don't spark one conversation Provide the next generation And hope they keep it sacred Play it safe Watch ya children starve You heathens livin' shameless Broke and famous American dream you better make it Thirty-eight tucked in my sleeve I let it go like Samus Young and dangerous World in my hands I had to take it Promise if I get to lay one finger You won't come up stainless"
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