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Singles


Artist: Reema Major
Total songs: 5
Year:

Double Time Lyrics - Singles - Reema Major

Yeah G7, 

Reema Major, so so major 

Now I want you to lay it down for them 

Know what Im saying Reema? 

Give them that double time flow 

Yea G7 

 

All the little girls 

Want to do what I do 

Got a dope, dope style 

And Im really, really cool 

I snap on the track 

Every time that I rap 

And Ill clap any rat 

That be trying talk back 

Forty-four or the Mac 

I don't know how to act 

Yeah handle my drank 

So I never ever yack 

Smoke a blunt to the face 

Take a trip to the moon 

Buffoon yous no goon 

Yous a fucking cartoon 

Make room when I come through 

Im so bossy 

Wrist hella frosty 

Shoes mad costly 

But it don't phase me 

Im real crazy 

Pretty like a daisy 

F-you pay me 

Whoa, how you 

Think Im really gone stop 

On da tippy tippy top 

OG'Z give me props 

Go head and call the cops 

But Ill never get caught 

You can do what you do 

But you'll never get hot 

As long as Im here 

Have a lot of fear 

I aint have to wig it out 

Cause I gots a lotta hair 

Cute, Im fly 

Im fresh like soap 

Spit that crack 

So they call me Kid Dope 

Yeah Im ill, 

Mother fucka Im ill 

I eat what I want to 

Just put it on my bill 

 

Unstoppables an understatement 

When describing moi 

I mess around and make 

Yah cake disappear 

Like wallah 

Thats grimy try me 

I be warning them kindly 

Honey don't ever cross me 

Consequences is costly 

Awfully flossy 

Wrist is frosty 

Yeah Im bossy 

Niggas tell your bitches to get off me 

Killer demeanor 

My name is Reema 

Im hella meana 

I come and took it all in one swipe 

Katrina 

Her buzz is sinking 

I renamed her Titanic 

I hop on stage 

And the whole room 

Gets utterly manic 

Second time around 

Yeah I slowed it down 

For them slow listeners 

Roll wit them sharpies 

And them autographs for fan pictures 

They feeling the kid 

They digging the swag 

Whoa Im in the truck 

Buck yous in a cab 

Aw, Im at the counter 

Bitch you peeping the tag 

Boo, you doing naddah 

But Im up in the lab 

And its a wrap