paroles de chanson Windmillz - Terror Reid
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
Big
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
shawty
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
(Uh)
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
now
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
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