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Terror Reid - Catacombz lyrics

Artist: Terror Reid

album: Catacombz


I'm outside gettin drunk w my folks
(Drunk w my folks)
And if yain't about it, you can leave me alone
(Leave me alone)
Money to the ceiling, I just bought a spaceship
(I just bought a spaceship)
Ya fuckin w the homies get ya self a facelift
(Get ya self a facelift)
Man I can't quit (No)
I just cant be stopped (can't be stopped)
And these women that you brought, I think they like me a lot
(I think they like me a lot)
So lemme get that that chain and everything that ya got
(Everything that ya got)
Then you can find your way home
Cuz man, you blowin up my spot
(You blowin up my spot)
Best check ya tone less you wanna be a stack of bones
(Stack of bones)
Tune em' good wakin up in the catacombz (catacombz)
And I ain't lose a second of sleep
Matter of fact I hit the stu and got to wreckin dis heat
Damn
I'm just living my life how you would wanna
(How you would wanna)
I'm looking fresh downtown with ya baby mama
(With ya baby mama)
This dudes cracked
Yea, this boy is a nut
Come grab a line and get ya coat cuz I'm tryna cut
Uh
But if you wanna go, come and do it
Don't even try to front, ima lose it
I'm just tryna cut, and stack O's
Play a show, do some cocaine with hella hoes
And if you really want it, bitch, let me know
We still outside and it's getting cold
I'm fucked up in a Range Rove
I'm fucked up in a Range Rove
I'm in a plaid, 22s going too fast (to fast)
Triple digits lightin up on the digi-dash (on the digi-dash)
Them piggies flash, I drive right passed
(I drive right passed)
Cuz they ain't seein shit through my tinted glass
I make a splash (make a splash) and they get so mad
It's kinda sad (kinda sad)
I'm just trying to get my cash and keep my bags packed
Head to the crab shack (crab shack)
Don't pass me none of that, cuz I ain't gonna pass it back
Me and you, we cool I don't know what you thought
(I don't know what you thought)
I'm sliding in just to thicken the plot (thicken the plot)
International, I'm talking 20 hour flights
Dis the real deal, and you know I'm lookin damn tight
It's gettin deep, and colder than my shoulder
They call me "Zim" cuz they see me taking over
The "Super Nova", I'm like a 4 leaf clover
Man, I'm gone
Fucked up in a Range Rover
But if you wanna go, come and do it
Don't even try to front, ima lose it
I'm just tryna cut, and stack O's
Play a show, do some cocaine with hella hoes
And if you really want it, bitch, let me know
We still outside and it's getting cold
I'm fucked up in a range rove
I'm fucked up in a range rove

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