Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Supa Dupa, artist - Terror Reid.
Date of issue: 04.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Supa Dupa |
Now I didn’t wanna have to do this |
(well god damn) |
But when I touch a mic suckers duck like I’m shootin' |
I’m bootin' cookie cutter butter soft rappers |
Wanna rip my style off me like a snickers bar wrapper |
Just hand it over man I ain’t gonna ask ya |
You ain’t a capper, you is a cherry flavored actor |
If that’s ya bitch you should prolly come grab her |
Cause she in the studio feedin' me chicken flavad crackaz |
What it do? |
I’m still the rude ass Terror dude |
I still got the flu, still sniffing supadupa glue |
And I ain’t finna stop til I’m blue |
Keep talkin' that shit, you can kiss my kaboos |
And for the record, I spot ya hoe like a leopard |
I roll up downtown made her neck hurt |
Without any effort |
Cold blood, man, I need a sweatshirt |
The molotov fire bomb lookin' for a pill presser |
Now I ain’t said shit for a minute |
Still got more dough than a chef in a kitchen |
And I ain’t 'gon lie man I really been spendin' |
What the fuck you think I did in this lovely pandemic? |
Legend has it, Reid in the lab cookin' magic |
And furthermore, the shit he got in store is fantastic |
'Cause last time I checked, man, he really been at it |
I heard he pulled a 4 with a semi-automatic |
The silly water drinkin, pilly poppin' stinkin |
Demon still skeemin' on a sucker bitch |
Neo pets lovin' trick |
Steady goin' harder than most |
The king of the coast |
I’m floating on a boat, stackin' whole wheat toast |
And never too quick to flip a cop |
Motherfuckers need to stop |
All the flockin' on my top, I’ll drop 'em like a stock |
You know the name, and if ya don’t, bitch ya betta learn |
Go tell the cops Terror has returned |
(Uh) |