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Haha! It's Reid Welcome, to my hotel room Hotel room freestyle That's what I'ma call this You already know, let's go It goes like this, it goes exactly like this What is life? Life goes on like a windmill Only plot I got is to grip steal, make a mil Staying real, always ill from '93 til Souls of mischief did it better still, whatever On ya skin like leather Flap you like a feather Don't depend on the weather You know I'm better, than most these clowns You be seeing on the TV Cause I don't need cream, I got enough for me see I'm like a dairy farm I make cheese when I please This untapped potential have you stuck on your knees Spewing goop like a slut when they sneeze Jack your wallet with ease Bruised lids from a lack of sleep Put a chrome to ya dome and eject the meat I'll take my seat now Letras de cancionesBig G on the beats, kaplow Don't move dude I got some more food for your mouth Turn this old church to a fuckin' slaughterhouse But hold the phone Pick up all the pieces of your head blown I love drugs but I'll never condone Knockout a cop in the comfort of my own home Fuck pigs, till I'm six feet, overgrown Head to hell screaming "Fuck 12" till I'm out the ozone Uh, yo, uh Then dust 'em off like a camera lens Whip a Benz Y'all should really see how far my shorty bends And now my shotty ends life Put 2 through you and save the rest for your wife, bitch Have a good night I love my wife, but fuck life Could get a murder charge just to see what the fuck it feels like Leave me alone Could give a fuck who you with bitch I said leave me alone Feed your Momma a bone Give her a treat if she make me a scone Live your life and get the fuck up off yo phone Appreciate the moment and you'll never be alone Bitch, ay (I swear, stop) I can't surf, but I'm gnar like Spicolli Flat you like some dough And cut you up like pepperoni Personal pan pizza in the oven Bitch I'm hungry I eat these fools faster than a motherfucking humvee My honey got a rump that make Humpty Dumpty land on his feet Capiche? Damn Reid be off the leash I been kicked around, eaten up chewed and spit out My mind was torn to pieces so I ripped that shit out Ten years down the drain, guess I wasn't cut out Fast forward 2020, who you listen to now? (Reid) Motherfuckers gettin' sick off the clout They'd rather suck each other off Instead of figure it out Reid's here to patch it up like a squeaky leaky water spout (Bitch) Like a squeaky leaky water spout Like a squeaky leaky water spout (Uh, Bitch) Gonna clean this shit up Gonna kill this shit Just for fun I don't even have to Someone's gotta do it That's why I'm here Hot Vodka Volume 1 From Letras Mania