paroles de chanson When It's All Gone - Terror Reid

When It's all gone
Goes like this
And when It's all gone goes like that
Uh (And it goes like that)
Check it out
So check it out (Yo)

So check it out, finna tell you what I'm all about
Ya time's running out, so don't make me spell it out
Ya fuck with Reid and that's a doubt
I'll pull up in ya town and blast the teeth straight up out ya mouth
With the magnum
My style stay platinum
Skills 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 ya 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 wit a pimp
Got a dick like a blimp, so I walk wit a limp
I'm here to show ya folks that I'm the realest it can get
I made myself so smooth I'll make ya mommas coochie wet

And when it's all gone (what you believe in?)
Sick of always hearin' it (what you believe in?)
Motherfuckas think I'm losin' it (what you believe in?)
But I don't give a fuck, knuckle up buttercup, like
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, Reid still alive
Six, seven, eight, and the 9-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 hoe with a fat chest
Bitch look 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 most steez
Hoe please
And now they kneelin' down on both knees
Break ya 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?)
Motherfuckas think I'm losin' it (what you believe in?)
But I don't give a fuck, knuckle up buttercup, like
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)