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Sanatçı: Terror Reid

albüm: CREEPIN 4 MY CHIPZ


(Who are you?)
(Explorers, in the further regions of experience)
(Demons to some)
(Angels to others)
(It was a mistake!)
I got 'em mad
Cause any style I'm touchin' be my shit
I can do it any way, any day, off the rip
Just pick any day of the week
And I'll get yo ass a sip
It's Terror floatin' in
Gettin' gacked off a zip
Just window shoppin', dipped
'Cuz I'm lookin for the chew
I got a fresh script
So I might jus' act a fool
I'm lookin' like a million, maybe two (maybe two)
Bu-Bu-But if they ain't about it
Then yo girl might have to do
From earth to the moon
I'm stackin' that cheese
When I see that hoe again
I'mma tell her ass to leave
I got nothin' but the time
But she ain't get a second
Smack that "D&D"
But she won't stop peckin'
I guess that I'mma have to
Drink me some of that necta'
But when I give 'em shot
It's like I'm Hannibal Lecter
The ladies callin' me handsome
Gentlemen thinkin' I'm a phantom
I'mma need it all and then some
And i'm never gonna pay that ransom, hoe
Cre-Creepin' for my chips
I'mma die, less I do (Less I do)
Sneakin' like a simp
Terrify, take ya loot (I'll take ya loot)
Be-beepin' fo' a hit (That's right)
My eyes ain't changin' views (Uh-huh)
That greedy motherfucker
What it do? (Greedy motherfucker what it do?)
Cre-Creepin' for my chips
I'mma die, less I do (Less I do)
Sneakin' like a simp
Terrify, take ya loot (I'll take ya loot)
Beepin' fo' a hit (That's right)
My eyes ain't changin' views (God damn)
That greedy motherfucker
What it do? (that Greedy motherfucker what it do?)
Hu-Hu-Hurry up
Reid where you been at?
Why you covered in blood? (In blood)
He draggin' bodies through the mud
Hoes been lickin' my nuts
Ki-Killin' it, Feelin' it, one wheel peelin' it
That's yo girl? I'm gettin' it
Demons inside
Tellin' me it's yo time
Open wide
Four-five
Unload that clip inside my fuckin' mind
And when I die
I'll take you with me to the other side
It's one-eight-seven
Not from heaven, evil ways, no triple seven
Bitch it's Armageddon
Pu-Pu-Pullin' out my secret weapons
R-E-I-D he got da tea I think I'll have a sip (Have a sip)
Bitch-Bitch who it be?
Gone off a three
Making women bite their lip (Bite their lip)
Jus' how I do it
Barely human
Puttin' down a fifth
I got blunts, got coke, got hoes
Finna go gung ho, jumpin' off a clif
R-Rated, most hated
Keep it down I'm tryna get faded
Twin bladin', invadin'
My downfall been long awaited (Long awaited)
Get naded, ego inflated
Look mama I made it (I made it)
This flow sustainin'
You can't break it
Rap game upgraded
Creepin' for my chips
I'mma die, less I do (Less I do)
Sneakin' like a simp
Terrify, take ya loot (I'll take ya loot)
Be-Beepin' fo' a hit (That's right)
My eyes ain't changin' views (God damn)
That greedy motherfucker
What it do?
(Well, you where sentenced to the gas chamber)
(And they modified the death penalty)
(Were you happy when that was done?)
(You talkin' about dying?)
(You scared to die?)
(Sometimes I feel I'm scared to live)
(Living is what scares me)
(Dying, is easy)

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