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-хоп
Date 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' |