- Terror Squad Yeah Yeah Yeah 歌詞
- Terror Squad
- Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Check it
You see the girl get's it popping like no other
Now they call me streets cause I, be on the block and I'm so gutter
My flow a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of game
But none of y'all lame dudes going to ************* her
I'm on some chill *************t, but if you fronting then I will flip
I'll give it to a little chick real quick
Oh you a real *************? You ain't a bit real
You got little ************* and your face looks like em mitt till
First I'm a get it hot, then I'm a get a deal
My budget none stop, mine paying ten mills
And when I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the hood
Smoke Vanilla Dutches and stuff on Holly a wood
And if I, pollyin' the ************* it's got to be good
I tell him I could change his life just like the lottery could
And now I got him good, he believes me and he should
Some dudes won't go down but a lot of them would
I know this ************* name, eat it out, he like to eat it out
I just cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out
Oh god its Remy Martin
In a hot pink Porsche with the purple carpets
*************
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oh god
Hot enough swinging crack, who could believe he's in the **********pit
Overseas moving key's like a locksmith
Rocks from wit sick in the sits of neck
All I do is warn cause that's the big boy jet
Uh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago
I picked up a bad ************* in a Marcielago
I got cribs better year estates man
I'm in L.A. with Atlanta plates fam
Still *************z wanna go against crack
But that's like?, going against Shaq
And that's too much Diesel, I got too much people
Mother**********s, you crazy I'll leave you
And I ain't got to tell how many sets I trip
But you can find me on the woods now that's a testament
Or maybe at a lounge with an extra *************
Eyecandy of the month, god damn she's sick
She got a problem, I can help her with that
Tell her man that she's ******' with crack
Bet he won't do nothin'
Frontin' like he gon' do somethin'
Quick to tell you that his whole crew stunting
Talk to me, c'mon
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, feel that right there
Nod your head to this *************t right here, that real Hip Hop right there
It's cook coke crack, TS, Remy Mar
Album coming, summer's ours **********s
True story, BX Burough
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