Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Say No Mo', artist - Terror Reid. Album song HOT VODKA 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: TERROR REID
Song language: English
Say No Mo' |
| I don’t know dude, fucking |
| Ship it, ship it dawg |
| Ain’t got time for that shit, let’s go |
| Uh, ooh, once again |
| My shit’s low (Fuck you say?) |
| Turn me up, turn it up |
| Reid in the cut |
| Yo, uh |
| They don’t be calling me Terror for nothing |
| I’m always up to something |
| I’m bumping lines in a 4 door, slumpin' |
| Dunkin' on punks who try to 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' |
| Yokin' |
| Yo I think yo' thing broken |
| Toss her off a ledge and watch her head pop open |
| I keep it raw, like my shorty ass when I smack it |
| I never practice, hand me a mic and I’ll attack it |
| Samurai moves that make your neck turn elastic |
| I jack the keys to your 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 your 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) |
| (And let it ride, let it ride out 'til it dried out, let’s go) |
| Uh, yo |
| Well it how it be, what it do? |
| Yeah fool I’m looking at you |
| I been in it for 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 regi |
| My wordplay heavy |
| And my trunk stay Chevy |
| My mind constantly making 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 your 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 jumping out the choppa |
| I never stoppa |
| It only take one shot to make your head poppa |
| I got the |
| Jumbo prawns, the brains and the brawns |
| Rest in peace Big L yo |
| I gotta put it on |
| Like I said before yo |
| My shit go |
| Like wheels on the track |
| Ya ain’t even know |
| Say no mo' |