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terror reid - mad woozy lyrics

[intro]
uh, aye

[verse 1]
uh
throwin’ ten on the ground, feelin’ mad woozy
laid back with ya aunt, ’bouta shoot a movie
triple x rated feet up in the blue ksubi’s
y’all some chickens, i’m an eagle sh+ttin’ two rubies
she a snack, so that make me scooby
no disrespect, i seen yo baby mama got a huge booty
kinda moody, hammer down like judy
lazy boy recline, spittin’ grime “hawk tooey”
98mph drinkin’ alizé
the pearl paint wraith glowin’, make da tide change
bumpin’ drain top down, speakers boutta break
smokin’ somethin’ for the pain, i don’t know the name

[bridge]
yeah, b+tch
i’m smokin’ somethin’ for the pain, i don’t know the name
what еlse?
alright
yeah

[verse 2]
aye
i’m takin bumps with a prada spoon
do a lot of product prеtty often, gotta stop it soon
rocket in the pocket, copped it in the afternoon
comin’ home to naked models cleanin’ up my livin’ room
ain’t alive, still the coldest guy you ever seen
i’ll kick yo’ sh+t around the field like i’m wearin’ cleats
hand on the mic, while the other start another beat
i’m trashin little baggies in the escalade limousine
’cause i’m a fiend for this sh+t, what you thought i wasn’t?
yo’ life is nothin’, yo’ b+tch and you resemble cousins
you getting beamed, talkin’ like you was a man or somethin’
i got russian 10s flockin’ by the baker’s dozen
[bridge]
it’s true
’cause i got russian 10s flockin’ by the
you know…
let’s go
okay…
i got mo’

[verse 3]
aye
i lease a ’73 chevy caprice
put a bomb in the seat and drive fast at police
you ain’t movin’ ’cause you lackin’ the grease
a maniac in the sheets
ever lastin’, never lackin’ the cash, i preach
“f+ck peace, k!ll people on the regular+o”
packin 7 guns, stickin’ up a packed valero
stack dinero, blowin’ up like a red barrel
the “rap pharaoh” on a path like a deck of tarot
nah
you ain’t seen what i seen
a dime a dozen hoes throwin’ pantyhose when i lean
but i’mma cease to exist, i ain’t pickin’ dimensions
you could call it what you want, this divine intervention, b+tch
you could call it what you want, this divine intervention
[bridge]
yeah
i got one mo’, uh (okay)

[verse 4]
f+ck the fame, i just wanna get away with murder
shapeshifting on the mic like i’m zuckerberg+er
and when i pop i’m goin’ through the ceiling and the girder
now take yo’ mangy ass to work, gimme a cheeseburger
evil doer, i don’t need no f+ckin’ practice
higher than a god b+tch, i’m “ancient lord abraxis”
navigate the game with cold calculated tactics
i made it to the ship now i’m the captain
controllin’ damage with gammage, prepare the planet for doom
take the trash to the dump and send they soul to the moon
not the time to be petty, this is one for the books
my manifesto: “a deep dive in the mind of a crook”

[outro]
and thats just what it is
it’s reid

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