Lord Doom-Republic Credits Lyrics – RETONIC
Singer: RETONIC
Title: Lord Doom-Republic Credits
Yo, this is Lord Doom
Bout to spit some heat
What you gotta repeat
All the time
Here we go
Bout to get nasty on this
Yo, yo
I be dreaming bout jewels
Big money cause cash rules
Driving Alfred in this b#tch
Been schooling mad fools since high school
Keeping these bars cool like whirlpool
Refrigerator
I be bad like Terminator
The excellent eliminator
Of wack MC who try to be an impersonator of me
The lyrical MC from MD
Scratch the limit when it comes to Lord Doom
I’m setting footprints on the moon
Thesе beats I find tune
I’m the goon from black lagoon
March in thе platoon or get left in the dust like a buffoon
Old school, new school, I’m bout to duck hoes
If you know, you know
Spitting rhymes in the cafeteria
Oh sh#t
The flow sicker than chlamydia
Hypothermia
Left in your bones
I sip
Camp in your dome
And if you come home then I leave you ODing
Like foam, from the mouth
This the life that I’m about
Man I’ve been searching for clout
I am the feeling, the mass villain
Leaving all your blood spilling
Because killings killing
But for now, I’m just chilling
The illest, the chillest
No other one could feel this
The ladies with the kiss
I’m mad bliss
And if you hate this than piss on f#cking this
Check the motherf#cking heat
Leave the record on repeat
Conceal my identity
All discrete
Yea
Pass it to the don
I’m strictly tryin’ to cop those colossal-sized Picassos
And have papi flip coke outside Delgado’s [wooo!
Tienda, with cash flowin’ like Sosa
And a Latin chick transportin’ in the-
Stampedin’ over, pop Mo’s, never sober
Flexin’ Range Rovers dealin’ weight by Minnesota [uh
Avoidin’ NARCs with camcorders and Chevy Novas [uh-huh
Stash in the building with this chick named Wilona [uh-huh
From Daytona, when I was young, I wanted to bone her [uh-huh
But now I only hit chicks who win beauty pageants [hahahaha
Trickin’ and takin’ me skiin’ at the Aspens, ugh [c’mon
Gangsta mental, stay poppin’ Cristal
Pack a black pistol in the Ac’ coupe that’s dark brown [wooo!
Pinky-ringin’, gondolas with the man singin’
Italian music down the river with your chick clingin’
To my bizzalls, player, you mad false
Actin’ hard when you as-as RuPaul’s
C’mon, c’mon, uh-huh
[It’s all about the Benjamins, baby
Uh-huh, yeah
[It’s all about the Benjamins, baby
Uh-huh, yeah
[It’s all about the Benjamins, baby
Uh-huh, yeah
[It’s all about the Benjamins, baby
Uh-huh, yeah
Now, what y’all wanna do?
It’s all about the Benjamins, baby
Wanna be ballers, shot-callers
It’s all about the Benjamins, baby
Brawlers, who be dippin’ in the Benz with the spoilers
It’s all about the Benjamins, baby
On the low from the Jake in the Taurus [Uh, uh]
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