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terror reid - who dat? lyrics
[intro]
hey what’s good
let’s get it
where we at
[chorus]
who that rude dude rocking baby blue shoes
driving off a cliff and wishing you was in the car too
it’s that day time terror with his words so clever
make it rain from your b-tches legs grab your umbrella, g
who that rude dude p-ssing in your new shoes
driving with the clip and shooting pigeons with a noob tube
it’s the terror from the shred putting drugs in his head
i’m the monster from the movies chilling under your bed, g
[verse 1]
i’m not white i’m green
man f-ck your lean i’m smoking pcp in a jeep
feeling f-cking psycho see
’cause i’m that dude from your screen and your speakers
the one who hates teachers and preachers and shoves them off of high bleachers
sip some windex out a double cup
mix it with some other stuff
your mouth begins to bubble
words fumble
you’re in trouble now, g
can’t you see this only happens when you f-ck with me
siri, where his mama live? she won’t stop texting me
[chorus]
who that rude dude rocking baby blue shoes
driving off a cliff and wishing you was in the car too
it’s that day time terror with his words so clever
make it rain from your b-tches legs grab your umbrella, g
who that rude dude p-ssing in your new shoes
driving with the clip and shooting pigeons with a noob tube
it’s the terror from the shred putting drugs in his head
i’m the monster from the movies chilling under your bed, g
[verse 2]
i start cursing in person
and it worsens when i speak in cursive, b-tch
one second my nuts itch
(f-ck man your girl gave me herpes or something)
ok, i’m back with an axe
and a big bag full of thumbtacks
i ain’t got no racks
not a dollar to my name
but i got a sick stack every time i cocaine
f-ck a b-tch -ss down for the pain
f-ck a gold chain
f-ck all the money that i make
in the corner doing angel dust
eating pig guts
chilling in the back of a pickup truck
ain’t no rules to this game when it comes to me
bunny hopping off a cliff yelling “suck my d!”
r1 l2 square up down up
this life is a game and i don’t give a f-ck
[chorus]
who that rude dude rocking baby blue shoes
driving off a cliff and wishing you was in the car too
it’s that day time terror with his words so clever
make it rain from your b-tches legs grab your umbrella, g
who that rude dude p-ssing in your new shoes
driving with the clip and shooting pigeons with a noob tube
it’s the terror from the shred putting drugs in his head
i’m the monster from the movies chilling under your bed, g
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