Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Reign Reign Go Away, artist - Dame D.O.L.L.A.. Date of issue: 03.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Reign Reign Go Away |
| He say he the GOAT, I come for his body |
| Platinum 'cause he bought the copies |
| Should’ve just passed me the torch |
| I got no remorse, I beat him like Rocky |
| I fill the tank up with Diesel |
| You jealous of me and I see you |
| 'Cause on this day, originals just can’t fuck with the sequel |
| I’m new school, got new hits |
| Space Jams, not Blue Chips |
| Hangman, yo' shoe’s shit |
| Dame 6, I’m too lit |
| Big name, got big bread, but you corny |
| Gift bags get purchased every time you get horny, then they repo’d |
| Loved you when you was in beast mode |
| Lowkey thought you was a cheat code |
| Know that you shoot for the cheap hoes |
| Shooting need work like your free throws |
| Know you see my pockets deep so |
| Your flexing ain’t really your thing bro |
| We both could be working at Kinko’s |
| And Kobe won you them rings though |
| Ole nursery rhyme spittin', small car sittin' |
| Ole Icy Hot poster boy, TNT snitchin' |
| You big man hatin', mad at my existence |
| Had a song with Bad Boy |
| Well I’m Jordan to the Pistons |
| Still getting to the chicken |
| This ain’t nothing new to me |
| I’ve always been the chosen one |
| Nothing you could do with me |
| This what Rich look like, before the dough and jewelry |
| I’m from where Tom Hanks from, but no tomfoolery |
| Do it for the fam, ain’t no Magic, no Kazaam |
| Ain’t no flexin' for the gram, I’m for real |
| I promise you don’t really wanna meddle/mettle with me, Steel |
| All yo' personalities, real characters could get revealed |
| We could’ve did a track together, just pass the torch |
| It’s lit without you brother, I was bussing off the porch |
| Call 9−11, ha, dusting off the Porsche |
| Look inside that statue at Staples and find a corpse |
| Confused at why you barked up the tree, 'cause I’ma do ya |
| Versace on my body, you finally gon' meet Medusa |
| Don’t know if I address you as Shaq, or Shaq-Fool-Ya |
| Old head can’t see me, he blinded, Slick Rick The Ruler |
| Pride all in the way and you know it, you big cocky |
| Heard my rhymes and quickly turned into a diss jockey |
| Nigga wanna play with the monster, you Big Papi |
| Was mad at Steph’s Unanimous trophy, you sick probably |
| It’d be wise to move on Aristotle 'cause this a gimme |
| All the money in the world, but traded you for Penny |
| Recorded with the legends of your time, I get with plenty |
| Never run from smoke, I’m the type to climb up the chimney |
| Was really feeling threatened, at least enough to diss me |
| Should’ve knew this was a shootout, I could never let you zip me |
| Said that max was little, that 250 million crispy |
| Can’t recall you getting that when I was cruising on the 10 speed |
| This a different era, you the past and you the past |
| Said yourself that I’m a Tesla, no longer need diesel gas |
| Kinda like the Cavs ain’t really need Diesel ass |
| And even in Miami, won that on the strength of Flash |
| You had a moment OG, you the pioneer |
| But I done reached the top at this point and the climb is clear |
| All my bars is colder than any climate that’s near |
| So if you looking for the stop to the reign you could find it here |
| Feel me! |