Lyrics:
gonna do?
Nowadays everybody cheat
It's a bad hit bad feat not lit
I make you
Hum hum
Everbody know
Let you
Hum hum
This is how I go
I want To burn
a bad buddy
I'm not fake Won't stop
If u don't like u got it
U fear of the truth Free man
Cannot be addicted on money
I'm guilty 4 everything
Like I'm
a bad buddy
I'm not fake Won't stop
If u don't like u got it
U fear of the truth Free man
Cannot be addicted on money
I'm guilty 4 everything
Like I'm
madman
Oh, bad man, what's the reason why?
Oh, innocents always have to die
By your hand
No, I will never understand
Why these cowards bow to your
a man and
(I, I, I, don't want you to see me cry)
Pass the weed lemme take it to the head
Hope the smoke turn my eyes red
My eyes red cause
(I, I, I,
got a win, darg
Man ah go hard
Kill an MC then go to my yard (go to my yard)
And if you act too hard then that's a red card
I can make a new
up and a gun yuh waan
I don't give a damn I don't give a fuck a your bad luck
(Hey mek di man dem have dem own problem!)
Well yuh see Fargo mi
need
Purple, yellow, orange, green
Styrofoam up on the scene
Rolling
Rolling up that gasoline
Man I can't even see
Pour it on up
Red Promethazine
Red
Throw your muthafucking Cincinnati hats in the sky
Nigga don't ask why
Red laces in and out of them Air Max nine fives I,
Walk on the moon, flow
Throw your muthafucking Cincinnati hats in the sky
Nigga don't ask why
Red laces in and out of them Air Max nine fives I,
Walk on the moon, flow
Black man got a red heart
White man got a red heart
Black man got a red heart
White man got a red heart
Black man got a red heart
White man got a red
Black man got a red heart
White man got a red heart
Black man got a red heart
White man got a red heart
Black man got a red heart
White man got a red
Dreadlocks turn to blood clots
Niggas playin' with blocks, runnin' into drug spots
Try your luck to get shot, red beam on a Glock
My niggas kill, like a bad
I'll be on read (Red)
Imma call you Kitty
I don't tell crap
Baby ain't no kidding
Oh you want him
My bad, my bad
My bad, my bad
My bad, my bad
My bad, my
[Originally by The Police]
Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light
Those days are over
You don't have to sell your body to the night
Roxanne
Yeah, man yeah
Yea, I'm comin', man
I just re'd up on a check
I just re'd up on a check
I just re'd up on a check
Blew the whole bag on my neck
I
that blue collar
There's a big ole long red tail
It hides the truth, but it bleeds through
When a good ole boy goes bad
Now old man Taylor was
can get rocked
I'm with a bad lil thang ima bang bang bang bang bang bang bang
Have me feeling like Pops
I'm the rubber band-man with a plan in a big
do no wrong
I'll be a free man
[Red, red, red, redder than red]
Yes I am
I'll never hurt you
Never let you down
I'll stand always beside you
Oh,
by my bad hand
Bad man, bad man
Right grip cash balling with my bad hand, Uh
Big squad, bad plans
Right grip cash balling with my bad hand, Uh
I feel
the doors of the mind
The reality of sadistic glee man
Red
Red
Red
Red demon
Red
Red
Red
Red demon
Red
Red
Red
Red demon
Red
Red
Red
Red demon
The red demon
red light green light
Red light red light green light
Oh yeah
Looking like a super star when I walk through
Talking bad on the team it might cost you
enuh, real bad man)
Ayy, Sean
Real gangster nah sell out never
Red (red), Bloods deh yah, blue (blue), Crips deh yah
(You a never) get gyal, make
it's goin down
Got them red cups
Yeah we goin up
24 hours until we pass out
Bad chicks sleeping with they a-- out
Red cup
Party all night need a red
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