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Reverb (feat. Cam Rex & T_Young) Video (MV)




Performed By: AuthenticMind
Language: English
Length: 2:11
Written by: Dante Mccready




AuthenticMind - Reverb (feat. Cam Rex & T_Young) Lyrics




Let me catch it, let me catch it
Shawty with the body in a trench coat
Got the shawty with the body in a trench coat
Shawty with the body in a trench coat

I ain't even talking shit, yo
Shawty with the body in a trench coat
I ain't even talking shit, yo
Real raw rap, straight facts

Crazy wavy, baby
Born in the 90s, but I was raised like an 80s, baby
Pockets real thick, look like biscuits and gravy
Plug hit my line, but he acting like he Slim Shady

I took the pistol out the cradle like a nurse school lady
Faded outside, it's a bad vibe
Yeah, I'm the bad guy, giving black eyes
To anybody feeling mad fly

Identify the body when it's sunny and the blood dries
Niggas really walking, talking to the FBI
Lately so preoccupied that I don't even have the time
Violence, I don't glorify

Big body, oh, big, oh, shit
Need a new Benz with some limo tint
And some Benjamins, I'ma spin again
I'ma spin again

Don't need no genie, get what I want
Go in the light when I'm in the dark
Broke out the blunt, he gon' need a spark
Keep it afloat like it's Noah's Ark

They making out when we making art
If they in the way, they get ripped apart
We making music no more
Zark, zark, zark

Bitch, I'm not your parent, but I did art
Beat my god plans, bitch, I look like I'm God
Poop on the road, rain and roar
Get that hustle from the core

Cop a bottle of the pour
And that's Lil Ho on the floor
Ask for more, rap money taking a tour
Yeah
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Let me catch it, let me catch it
Shawty with the body in a trench coat
Got the shawty with the body in a trench coat
Shawty with the body in a trench coat

I ain't even talking shit, yo
Shawty with the body in a trench coat
I ain't even talking shit, yo
Real raw rap, straight facts

Crazy wavy, baby
Born in the 90s, but I was raised like an 80s, baby
Pockets real thick, look like biscuits and gravy
Plug hit my line, but he acting like he Slim Shady

I took the pistol out the cradle like a nurse school lady
Faded outside, it's a bad vibe
Yeah, I'm the bad guy, giving black eyes
To anybody feeling mad fly

Identify the body when it's sunny and the blood dries
Niggas really walking, talking to the FBI
Lately so preoccupied that I don't even have the time
Violence, I don't glorify

Big body, oh, big, oh, shit
Need a new Benz with some limo tint
And some Benjamins, I'ma spin again
I'ma spin again

Don't need no genie, get what I want
Go in the light when I'm in the dark
Broke out the blunt, he gon' need a spark
Keep it afloat like it's Noah's Ark

They making out when we making art
If they in the way, they get ripped apart
We making music no more
Zark, zark, zark

Bitch, I'm not your parent, but I did art
Beat my god plans, bitch, I look like I'm God
Poop on the road, rain and roar
Get that hustle from the core

Cop a bottle of the pour
And that's Lil Ho on the floor
Ask for more, rap money taking a tour
Yeah
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Writer: Dante Mccready
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