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step back! (voodoo shit) - terror reid lyrics

[intro]
if youza punk b*tch, listen up
what it do
dynamo
slow [?] on the mic for sure
we do it big out here son
see, that’s how you do
where you at
r*e*i*d
you punk b*tch
what it mean?
b*tch you tell me what it mean
look
[verse 1]
quiet down, the boss boutta speak
and word on the street is, “he came from tha undaneath”
knockin’ boots of ya feet man, he kinda neat
enough to go around so pull up a seat
y’ain know ’bout the power i bestow
i pop and adderall and my eyes start to glow
and when i’m in that sh*t, yo, i float like a boat
might open up a store cuz these fools always want some more
don’t get it twisted man, this kid cuckoo
he prolly f*ck with voodoo
you say you know but the never knеw you
i’m finna show ’em how i do, dude
the rap guru
and if thеre’s static b*tch, i’m runnin’ through you
cuz yo
reid higher than a double jump
i wrote this sh*t off a bump in 2 minutes and it still slump
now close ya eyes, and keep that bunk sh*t behind me
and if you really want it g, you know where i’ll be…

[chorus]
(so where you at?)
i’m in the eames leaned back (right)
ain’t got a dolla’ for yo ass, step back
these suckaz new (true)
its like they still got a tag, what’s up with that?
i give the game a bubble bath
no matter what they want, ima kick ’em in the ass (zip)
give ’em a zap
these fools giving me a rash (yeah)
the illest mof*cka ya ever gon’ see (ya ever gon’ see)
you know who it is so mothaf*cka come and find me
[verse 2]
oooo this dude a boss
reachin’ for the mic like them hoes reachin’ for his b*lls, man he can do it all
i heard them say they seen him floatin’ through walls
makin the calls, double dippin’ in all the sauce
affirmative, y’ain’t heard of this
he always curve a b*tch, man this boy don’t ever quit
and now he’s taking down the building you living in
then dig ya out just to peep the fit he did it in
sick, nasty
pullin in with a b*tch lookin real classy
peep how thick the ass be
off them pills got me feelin greater that the gatsby
hit the gas, cuz ya ass ain’t ever gonna pass me
d*mn straight, now where you tryna play?
i got some b*tches mane and they sippin’ tanqueray
and if you tryna do it, try to do it just like this
i’m in the kitchen showin’ these chumps where the spice is

- terror reid lyrics

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