| I don’t know dude, fucking
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| Ship it, ship it dawg
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| Ain’t got time for that shit, let’s go
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| Uh, ooh, once again
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| My shit’s low (Fuck you say?)
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| Turn me up, turn it up
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| Reid in the cut
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| Yo, uh
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| They don’t be calling me Terror for nothing
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| I’m always up to something
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| I’m bumping lines in a 4 door, slumpin'
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| Dunkin' on punks who try to throw me off
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| Try to show me off
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| Acting like we tight
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| They wanna jack me off
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| But here’s the thing
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| I make it loud until they ears ring
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| This rap game yang so I must be the ying
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| Grab my thingy-thing
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| Pass it to the left and now we giggling
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| Toes tingling I’ll start mingling
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| Off top like mysterio
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| Really lyrical
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| Terribly hysterical
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| I make 'em soggy like some cereal
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| Here we go bitch crack it open
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| I rollin' up a doobie, hockin' loogies while I’m smokin'
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| Yokin'
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| Yo I think yo' thing broken
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| Toss her off a ledge and watch her head pop open
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| I keep it raw, like my shorty ass when I smack it
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| I never practice, hand me a mic and I’ll attack it
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| Samurai moves that make your neck turn elastic
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| I jack the keys to your hatchback and crash it
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| Dustin' off my tee like you’ll never believe
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| I be stickin' words together like sap from a tree
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| You think you clever on the mic bitch?
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| Say no mo'
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| My shit is boss when I’m spittin' it
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| Say no mo'
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| Throw your hands, I’ll throw mine
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| Catch you frontin' for the last time
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| I’ma blast yo' ass into the past time
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| You got a man that need a chin check?
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| Say no mo'
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| Light 'em up like a cigarette
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| Say no mo'
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| I got the ice and the gold
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| The cash flow and the clothes
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| But it still ain’t enough
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| Yo I need some mo'
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| (I really do)
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| (And let it ride, let it ride out 'til it dried out, let’s go)
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| Uh, yo
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| Well it how it be, what it do?
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| Yeah fool I’m looking at you
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| I been in it for a minute
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| Can’t limit what I do
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| So what’s the deal?
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| Disintegrating mics is my skill
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| I’m off a couple pills
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| I just can’t stay still
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| For real
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| And while I’m at it
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| Lemme grab the cash out da regi
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| My wordplay heavy
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| And my trunk stay Chevy
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| My mind constantly making nonsense
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| Processing what I want
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| It’s Reid in the gauntlet
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| The best yet, I dress wet
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| No necklace, I’m blessed with
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| A style that’s straight reckless
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| Punk say it with your chest
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| You know I’m next
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| And you can keep your bloody check
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| Cause I do what I can
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| To stack ricotta
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| Bust yo medulla oblongata
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| Underground warlord jumping out the choppa
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| I never stoppa
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| It only take one shot to make your head poppa
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| I got the
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| Jumbo prawns, the brains and the brawns
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| Rest in peace Big L yo
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| I gotta put it on
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| Like I said before yo
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| My shit go
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| Like wheels on the track
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| Ya ain’t even know
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| Say no mo' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Say No Mo' , by - Terror Reid. Song from the album HOT VODKA 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп