Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who Dat? , by - Terror Reid. Release date: 26.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Who Dat? |
| Hey what’s good |
| Let’s get it |
| Where we at |
| Who that rude dude rocking baby blue shoes |
| Driving off a cliff and wishing you was in the car too |
| It’s that day time Terror with his words so clever |
| Make it rain from your bitches legs grab your umbrella, G |
| Who that rude dude pissing in your new shoes |
| Driving with the clip and shooting pigeons with a Noob Tube |
| It’s the Terror from the Shred putting drugs in his head |
| I’m the monster from the movies chilling under your bed, G |
| I’m not white I’m green |
| Man fuck your lean I’m smoking pcp in a jeep |
| Feeling fucking psycho see |
| 'Cause I’m that dude from your screen and your speakers |
| The one who hates teachers and preachers and shoves them off of high bleachers |
| Sip some Windex out a double cup |
| Mix it with some other stuff |
| Your mouth begins to bubble |
| Words fumble |
| You’re in trouble now, G |
| Can’t you see this only happens when you fuck with me |
| Siri, where his mama live? |
| She won’t stop texting me |
| Who that rude dude rocking baby blue shoes |
| Driving off a cliff and wishing you was in the car too |
| It’s that day time Terror with his words so clever |
| Make it rain from your bitches legs grab your umbrella, G |
| Who that rude dude pissing in your new shoes |
| Driving with the clip and shooting pigeons with a Noob Tube |
| It’s the Terror from the Shred putting drugs in his head |
| I’m the monster from the movies chilling under your bed, G |
| I start cursing in person |
| And it worsens when I speak in cursive, bitch |
| One second my nuts itch |
| (Fuck man your girl gave me herpes or something) |
| Ok, I’m back with an axe |
| And a big bag full of thumbtacks |
| I ain’t got no racks |
| Not a dollar to my name |
| But i got a sick stack every time I Cocaine |
| Fuck a bitch ass down For the pain |
| Fuck a gold chain |
| Fuck all the money that I make |
| In the corner doing angel dust |
| Eating pig Guts |
| Chilling in the back of a pickup truck |
| Ain’t no rules to this game when it comes to me |
| Bunny hopping off a cliff yelling «Suck my D!» |
| R1 L2 Square up down up |
| This life is a game and I don’t give a fuck |
| Who that rude dude rocking baby blue shoes |
| Driving off a cliff and wishing you was in the car too |
| It’s that day time terror with his words so clever |
| Make it rain from your bitches legs grab your umbrella, G |
| Who that rude dude pissing in your new shoes |
| Driving with the clip and shooting pigeons with a Noob Tube |
| It’s the Terror from the Shred putting drugs in his head |
| I’m the monster from the movies chilling under your bed, G |