lord $hredda – shredda 2.0 lyrics
[intro]
it is the king
forever i reign supreme
this sh+t that you see in yo dreams
best believe i might’ve will never relieve
producers like rest in peace
oh you don’t believe? i guess you b+tch n+ggas can’t see
you n+ggas [?]
best believe i am the mvp consider me rg3
nah!
[verse 1]
yo girl said she’s a vegan, but she wanna eat my flesh
and i be livin’ that suite life like [?] on dеck
money on my mind, razor blade to yo neck
hit 6 blunts thеn i crash and i ain’t talkin’ bout a car wreck
i need a vacation might take a trip to the philippines
yo girl all on my sausage, and i ain’t talkin’ bout jimmy dean
i’m just tryna beat it, in a room full of these billie jeans
f+ck around and get sprayed and i ain’t talkin’ bout that silly string
[?] i was born with a rick ross flow
only 17 pullin’ strings like a crossbow
i run this game barefoot no grizzly
every night a n+gga gettin’ throwed, frisbee
[verse 2]
my homie burnin’ that bush, you can call him moses
zero, below, see my flow is the coldest
ridin’ round in that escalade and i pray to god it ain’t stolen
i got n+ggas that’ll
pull your card like blackjack b+tch, goldfish
everything i spit is a fact
and yo girl is infatuated
my girl put in work she hands on like m+st+rbation
pockets super fat thats what you like, thats why yo ass hatin’?
and my shotgun got a pump, like the gas station
ballin’ on these hoes like blake griffin from the clippers
you n+ggas gettin’ old like antiques
american pickers
lyrically hot boy, my flow is full of h0m+phones
spit game to yo girl then get in them jeans like a chromosome i be on the block
and i ain’t talkin bout tetris
i hope you got insurance cuz you talkin’ h+lla reckless
i’m all about my lettuce you n+ggas is faker than prosthetics
got yo girlfriend on my ruler no centimeters it’s symmetric
[verse 3]
yes i’m still underground, but luckily i was born with the flow of a god, so they stuck with me
smokin’ all day so my mind is where chris tuckers be
flow sharper than a blade [?] so don’t f+ck with me
n+ggas are willin’ to sell they souls for fake golds
you can look at they skin and tell they gettin’ old turn into mold
drinkin’ that purple sprite my mind is feelin cold im movin’ slow
woke with a new millennium flow
this that shredda 2.0
ah!
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