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Terror Reid - Babe Ruthless Lyrics



Terror Reid - Babe Ruthless Lyrics
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Yeah
Reid told me get them, so I got them
Did a ton of yak and now we shit faced at the opera
Hit the road like wild hogs We Tim Allen and Travolta
Pocket rocket size of Polly pocket popping at your posture
Don't talk about no feature, you can't afford no f*ckin feature, boy
All American eagle make these bitches have a seizure, boy
Posted on the bleachers
Heat concealed under the beater
Come and meet the reaper
Two-seater, color of Derek Jeter boy
Uh huh
Babe ruthless
Baby head so good I thought she was toothless
They tried to put a ceiling on the kid
Boy you confused about where the roof is
In LA I'm protected you can come and meet the uces
I'm an aristocrat, I want to paint it black
I want to hit the bank
I want to take it all, I want to give it back
Mix the Ricky with the fitted cap
I want to mix and match
Shawty suck the soul up out my dick
And I don't think she'll give it back
From the bay to da swamp
Bitch ain't ever matter where we is, y'all getting punked
Yall look like Rick Roll
Bitch we feel like Rick Ross
The new double boss ropping two C in alcohol
What's they first move when they see us at the door
Man, I don't know probably drop they panties on da floor
That's what it is boy that's how we do it
Its Lu and Reid fluent in this game, thought you knew it
Was going on I think they f*ckin w our song mane
You know the name and ain't a damn thang changed
Still critically acclaimed Still clinically insane
Lu f*ckin up your frame
Terror always brings the pain
I bring it from the Bay to the M-I-A-M-I
We chewy high, Hella fly
Double sluggas Onna side
Shady ladies Tryna ride
So, we hit them with a lie
Tell them slide then we peel off yelling bye-bye
We smacking bozos and old hoes
And we ain't stopping like a fat dude with ho hos
I see them cold gemstones yo let me hold those
Ya boy in slow Mo in a four door
Shaking the Popo
You ain't doing well is like you rolling eels
Hoe what's the deal
I'm just trying to cop a little feel
So, what it really do
I'm popping out your tube with Lu
We knocking brains out the park with that new new
From the bay to da swamp
Y'all look like Rick Roll
Bitch we feel like Rick Ross
What's they first move when they see us at the door
That's what it is boy that's how we do it
Its Lu and Reid fluent in this game, thought you knew it
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Yeah
Reid told me get them, so I got them
Did a ton of yak and now we shit faced at the opera
Hit the road like wild hogs We Tim Allen and Travolta
Pocket rocket size of Polly pocket popping at your posture
Don't talk about no feature, you can't afford no f*ckin feature, boy
All American eagle make these bitches have a seizure, boy
Posted on the bleachers
Heat concealed under the beater
Come and meet the reaper
Two-seater, color of Derek Jeter boy
Uh huh
Babe ruthless
Baby head so good I thought she was toothless
They tried to put a ceiling on the kid
Boy you confused about where the roof is
In LA I'm protected you can come and meet the uces
I'm an aristocrat, I want to paint it black
I want to hit the bank
I want to take it all, I want to give it back
Mix the Ricky with the fitted cap
I want to mix and match
Shawty suck the soul up out my dick
And I don't think she'll give it back
From the bay to da swamp
Bitch ain't ever matter where we is, y'all getting punked
Yall look like Rick Roll
Bitch we feel like Rick Ross
The new double boss ropping two C in alcohol
What's they first move when they see us at the door
Man, I don't know probably drop they panties on da floor
That's what it is boy that's how we do it
Its Lu and Reid fluent in this game, thought you knew it
Was going on I think they f*ckin w our song mane
You know the name and ain't a damn thang changed
Still critically acclaimed Still clinically insane
Lu f*ckin up your frame
Terror always brings the pain
I bring it from the Bay to the M-I-A-M-I
We chewy high, Hella fly
Double sluggas Onna side
Shady ladies Tryna ride
So, we hit them with a lie
Tell them slide then we peel off yelling bye-bye
We smacking bozos and old hoes
And we ain't stopping like a fat dude with ho hos
I see them cold gemstones yo let me hold those
Ya boy in slow Mo in a four door
Shaking the Popo
You ain't doing well is like you rolling eels
Hoe what's the deal
I'm just trying to cop a little feel
So, what it really do
I'm popping out your tube with Lu
We knocking brains out the park with that new new
From the bay to da swamp
Y'all look like Rick Roll
Bitch we feel like Rick Ross
What's they first move when they see us at the door
That's what it is boy that's how we do it
Its Lu and Reid fluent in this game, thought you knew it
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Writer: Lucas Perez, Tanner Petulla
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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Performed By: Terror Reid
Language: English
Length: 2:40
Written by: Lucas Perez, Tanner Petulla

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