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shark city - terror reid lyrics

[verse 1: terror reid]
uh
what it really do lil’ mama? thought i seen you through the trees
known as “the devil”, baby, you can call me “reid”
steady poppin’, yo i keep it off tha heez
throwin’ threes, stackin’ guap and i spend it how i please
shark city where we from, blood in the water
hit the lotto, gone dumb
with a loaf, he got a lump sum
she say she wanna that guala, i think notta
droppin’ all the dollas on yo’ baby momma
they must not know the man, he hold the plan
got both of those hoes clothes openin’, ferocious hands
got ’em sittin’ like a doberman, just tell ’em “hang it up”, it’s over, man
tha four leaf clover
high top nike, with a mic, jump over
waitin’ on a flight, got a bite and a soda
origami folder, makin’ the b*tches shake like they got a disorder
high cost boss from tha gatez
tossin’ out hate on a tape, runnin’ cops off the interstate
i terminate ’em, ain’t say it again
it’s reid and roc’, the beginnin’ of the end

[chorus: rocci & terror reid]
oooh
tell me what you tryna do, baby
now that we’re alone
just follow the groove
let this bounce take hold of you, baby
i’ve been searchin’ for your lovin’
we’ve got somethin’
(we’ve got somethin’ baby)
i’ve been searchin’ for your lovin’
we’ve got somethin’
(we’ve got somethin’ baby)
now that we’re alone
(yeah, uh, aye)
[verse 2: terror reid]
bringin’ it back, now stop while i hop from the top rope
can’t cope with da cut throat
beggin? tell her “no”
’cause terror never change for a hoe
insane what i go
rain game every time i say so
lil’ stank on the beat, by the one and only rocc’
soundin’ like a bellyflop, chuck it to the top
coppin’ a sack of dat dank, slugs at da bank
fo*fives and a mask, gotta fill the tank
doin’ it large, i never do a little
boss whips, sauce dips like a mcgriddle
i neva miss a b*tch, not even a little
terror reid put the game in the hospital
it ain’t a riddle, i’mma rip it from the middle
candy paint dippin, while your ass eatin’ kibble
while i rise from the smoke, recognize he da goat
large fries, with a coke
eyes wide, neva eva choke
he da masta, mac*11 blasta
gainin’ on ’em quick, think you better run faster
the body sn*tcha, ghostin’ like casper
the real deal, ya’ll can call me “tha pastor”
b*tch

- terror reid lyrics

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