Lyrics:
ain't divine
No turnin' water into wine
Drinkin' Ciroc, I'm feelin' fine
Give me the wheel, I wanna drive
Just sit back, relax recline
Watch out for red
your chick, she so thirsty
I'm in that two-seat Lambo with your girl, she tryna jerk me
Yeah it's prime time, my top back, this pimp game ho
I'm red
Roses are red (yeah)
Violets are blue (concreatures)
When the roses are dead (Boldy blocks)
I'd die for you (King James) detriot
She loves me she
all y'all get it
Animal bars, go hard
Barnyard wit it
Bring your whole platoon
Go baboon spittin
Swing through kickin writtens
Drinkin Pabst Blue Ribbon
God
Land of the free
God is the home of America
Mostly if it's some form of Christianity
Yeah
God
Let's not forget about our country
Red white and blue
by red and the blue like a clipper
I hold up the gang and I look like a sixer, I keep me a K, but this ain't no kicker
I focus the field, I'm not
California like UCLA bruins
I swear you ain't seen jiffy loo
And the world soon to kno how it feel when the red sky turn blue
And I Went to school twice Ferris
at the red light
I got one tatted, she got sixteen, I'm tryna see what her bed like
I know she wanna fuck me, she get lucky if I even glaze by
We get lit up,
a zip we smokin, we ridin
It's 2 am and we rap in the stu
Getting money you can tell by my shoes
Sippin on red but I fuck with the blues, got these niggas
got it, we just took that nigga pape
All blues in my pocket, sippin' red, I'm finna faint
Yeah, nigga, I bet he faint when this pistol to his face
All
chest like it's the 4th of July
Okay, now find me reppin' red and blue and feelin' life in 3D
Not talkin' like a movie, talkin' hobbies that concern me
in the spark and it look like a lamp
I'm burnin' up in this bitch 'til my skin turn to ash
I bring a whole lot of red so it look like a rash
We like
on
Smoking Marlboro Reds now
Telling white lies now
I've been feeling blue now
Got bloodshot eyes now
My last dollar
Ripped from my cold dead hands by
Grace washes she smiles like floating feather
She drops her straps by streaming droplets
Caressing the hue of her peachy blinders
Garnished tenter
this and carve my name
Neolithic I'll start the new stone age
Granite set in a matrix of lime
Stand forever a test of time
Red or blue you best be ready
Whiskey and cigarettes
This memory smells of you
Soft twilight and lullabies
Sweet dreams of midnight blue
Wind-swept kisses by the waves
Wrapped in
and back
I should've seen the sign by the way that you kissed me
You taste like sugar, you burn like whiskey
Granny said girl you better get on your knees
with my accent
We held hands and waded into that blue water
She left her flip-flops by my
Red Wings on the beach
Yeah but, now I'm dodging potholes in
The cadillacs stood by the house
And the yanks they were within
And the tinker boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
So, we turned
of misuses jewels
Who can't maintain... from sunrise, to sunset.. they face pain
Their used to blue skies got grey stains
And are surrounded by friends who got
little white kids to jack
I stopped wearin' blue, wasn't trippin' on red
Too busy squabbin' with the skinheads
Stupid questions, distract the class
whatever the fuck Ruck dictate
The shit great, higher than shows made by Rick Lake
You'll lick eight, shots at them niggaz who be fuckin with
Candy-red, two-do', let my top down slow
Hittin, my remote, sittin, in my shit
Presidential V-12 with that AMG kit
It don't quit, as I get high
From K.C.
protected by border patrol (Woo)
Bag from overseas, thirty-one a key
Twenty of 'em Joe's, thirty of 'em P's
I could turn up weed, rather push the beans
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