Lyrics:
Hotter than the Red Light District
Dealin' rap flows, strictly cash flow business
Stakes is high like astrophysics
Play with mine, you'll have no
I'm stronger cus I had to fight
Baffled minded by how you got a deal when you ain't half as nice
Mmm well I keep drawing a blank
I'm only 5'6 I'm really
bitch
Still kept my head high like I'm piloting
You talkin' hard but you a liar, I won't spare you, I will change you like a tire
Figured out your name
that bueno
This that bueno onda
I've been on them good vibes
Get high baby
This that bueno onda
Como estas
Look in my eyes
Drop uh
Bag on my chick
Gun
I fell in love with your vibe
I think it get me high
I think about you all the time
I swear your always on my mind
With all this time that I got
I
(Yeah)
(You already know what it is)
(Vons WRLD, produced by MJ)
(Woah, hold on, let's go!)
Bitch, I'm hot right now
Without a sun
Run up on me
But
Kream live like the
News at five but I
Stay fresh too death like my homie just died
Deadstock Jordan 5s allegation by the
Ops but I hold
My head high like
a call, you'll be gone by tomorrow
(Pleep)
¿Hablan no inglés? I mean by mañana (Sí)
We want them white girls, I mean that Madonna
(Sí)
We got the fishes,
always see come out the bank
Always have to mention my name, when you high on that drank
Catch you with this boy you can't, 'cause you know I'm holdin'
always see come out the bank
Always have to mention my name, when you high on that drank
Catch you with this boy you can't, 'cause you know I'm holdin'
I do its to be done (aah)
Al-ways have my gun and my G from 2-1
It's Cerritos but you don't hear me though 'cause you don't really know
About
Ain't nobody you can call, I get high to hide the pain
One shot, two shot, three shot
Fuck it, grab that gun and go bang
If I stay sober, I might go
Fly like a bird, the man with the words
I'm getting so high man this shit is absurd
Why get a herd
The more means the worse
Don't think you can slide
that high road
Too many times but not no more tho
No mo nice guy, watching my blindside, cause I know that’s how you bitches roll
Out in the sticks,
Tell your bitch welcome to death row, nigga
I'ma say this shit once, I ain't gon' say this shit again
If you comin' to L.A., better tap the fuck in
You at home broke as fuck doing the milly rock
I'm in Hollywood with millions, check my Diddy bop
Sipping Actavis, I put that on my double cup
violent in my self
Violence is at the all-time high
But sometimes I get high and just imagine
What if the Earth was at peace?
Imagine if you never had
gun sound
White or black skin
color dont matter now
We all gs round here
you get bust down
White or black skin
color dont matter now
We all gs round
shit
Nigga I’m telling you this time I ain’t playing games with you niggas
Got an A40 a BLVCK GUN fires range 40 at niggas
Pull a glock 9 from my back
visit
To live and die in LA
I got my Fleetwood Mac, I could get high every day
But I'd be sleepy, OCD and paranoid, so
Give me Bali beach, no molly please
The cerebellum of felons and what
They fail to pursue
If I was born in LA, how I dress
They would probably shoot
Not enough to unloose the noose
But you're spooked
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
I show the gang and we highfivin' (gang)
(Offset, uh)
She give me face in the Wraith (face)
This semi, it shoot by the trey (grraow)
Slither in the streets, of Manhattan
In the streets of Queens, streets of the Bronx
Streets of Staten Island
Wherever you see 'em they slither
Whoever,
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