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Can you turn it up? Let me get my headphones Here we go, uh, uh When it's all gone (Goes like this) And when it's all gone (Goes like that, uh) And it goes like this Check it out (What you believe in?) So check it out (What you believe in?) That's some real shit (Yo) So check it out So check it out, I'm finna tell you what I'm all about Your time's runnin' out, so don't make me spell it out You fuck with Reid and that's a doubt I'll pull up in your town and blast your teeth straight up out your mouth With the magnum, my style stay platinum Skins, you lack 'em, hoes know, go ask one Colder than a sickle, got ladies rubbin' they nipples Pretty simple, fuck around and get crippled 'Cause first thing's first, bitch, I'm the boss, chew you like floss Leave your face without a bottom jaw Let the game die, bitch, I'll kill it if I have to And if they ask who they better not ask you 'Cause you don't wanna fuck with a pimp Got a dick like a blimp so I walk with a limp I'm here to show you folks that I'm the realest it can get Letras de cancionesI made myself so smooth, I make your mama coochie wet And when it's all gone (What you believe in?) Sick of always hearin' it (What you believe in?) Motherfuckers think I'm losin' it (What you believe in?) But I don't give a fuck, knuckle up buttercup, like When it's, when it's all gone (What you believe in?) Sick of always hearin' it (What you believe in?) I'm hung up and I'm stuck (What you believe in?) But I don't give a fuck, knuckle up buttercup, like One, two, three, four to the five Suicide ain't work, I'm still alive Six, seven, eight, and the nine-millimeter Ten shots make you hot like a heater Don't trust much, but I dust fools with a slim uppercut Takin' off the mask, movin' up My shit suck less than a ho with a fat chest Bitch looked sick, so I took her to the vet, bet My rhymes just be wicked like that Throwin' up the set with the fully automatic I got the rhythm with the four C's, ho, please And now they kneeling down on both knees Break your bitch like bread, coast to coast Bodies be dead when I boast, my shit gross The host with the most, burn ya like queso You got a problem? Just say so And when it's all gone (What you believe in?) Sick of always hearin' it (What you believe in?) Motherfuckers think I'm losin' it (What you believe in?) But I don't give a fuck, knuckle up buttercup, like When it's, when it's all gone (What you believe in?) Sick of always hearin' it (What you believe in?) I'm hung up and I'm stuck (What you believe in?) But I don't give a fuck, knuckle up buttercup, like Knuckle up It's Reid R-E-I-D From Letras Mania