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the dash, grab a bag, buy a new bank
Liquor store, all red in my fuel tank
Tell me she a dancer tryna get a tip
Gettin' hot in here, go and take a dip
Too

now niggas moving funny
Big knots shit pockets lumpy
Buddy trash so I get to dumping
Head shots with a red dot
I'm red hot on ya head top
I got way too

baby, red alert/
I put the D all on your bitch then I put it in reverse/
Made the city bop, boppin' like we even did rehearse/
Whole town, ride around

up[01:26.29]Eyes red like the sun[01:27.52]Oh, I smoke too much, let me know[01:29.53]If you mix it up like King MXN ya[01:31.88]Molly in the liquor[01:33.52]Bitch

Fort on my xbox 
Retros got them deadstock 
Hittas got the feds hot 
Put him in a headlock 
I could make her bed rock Never aimin leg shot
Only hit him

top/ready to get it in the streets to get the crew hot/lil red to king b 2 doors down if I was rockin you was there stage tire down /remember bullets flying

coffin
Baby I'm too turnt now
Do this shit way too often
Blocked call yeah I'm off it
Glock pop then I toss it
Block hot so I speed race
To the grave yeah

Money, Cash, Flows

Cappadonna

The Struggle

2003

hot gravy, get spilled we too ill
With the pill, emphatic slam
Crunch to the Lo, to the rap, from the Stat's who I am

Code:Red Entertainment
I'm

team

Like Wu-Tang, gotta get the cream, I'm in her mouth like Colgate
I'm in her mouth like listerine, I'm too hot to be listenin
My jury hard neck

I should stop writing all these songs, but you make it too easy, you're just like walking a dog
You never walked beside me, you were just dragging me

The fuck you mean, I can't drink in my room, I swear to god, I'm gonna fucking kill you
Waking up too early, why I drink so much, this shit don't make sense

on her knees like SMH
Get it? Too slow, listen faster 'cause my time's a factor
You freestylin' dnd I ain't asked ya
Weak link niggas, Red'll think

will be too late by now
Now your time has run out

Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock

me forget how to be any other way than alone

Big red wild eyes
'Bout 17 hands
Kicking high
Must have been a runaway too
Cause it seemed he knew his

Sitcks and Stones, Girl

Del Amitri

Del Amitri

1985

hands and all forms
Go from red-hot blood to bone dry and lukewarm

You're the sticks and stones, girl
You're the fire and flames
I might be half-dead

I read somewhere online that opposites attract
But I've been thinkin', we might be a little too different for that
You like your coffee hot, I want

The Saint

Murs

F' Real

1997

Red
But for the life of me, I can't figure out why my ass ain't dead
And now I clear my head, as we arrive on the site
Makin' sure, all routes for

breaking
Should I let you win, let you win, let you win?

I got a fever sweat hot believer
Hallucinating bout you by my side
If you gotta pain then I'm

decorated in lights
Children are laughing having Snowball fights
Hot chocolate and blankets by the Christmas tree
It's Christmas for you and me
Ooh ooh ooh

and I'm ON
You don't gotta put it together to see the LESSON
I been blessed for too long
Watching every win get em pressed
You can see I don't play by rules

Tried to get me to lie on tape but I'm not dimin'
Had these two twin hoes call it side by side
Met at a fest in the west down south by south by
Asked me

they too in love with idle stars
Kush lit
Boolin by the beach off the 101
Hot shit
Song just hit the charts but wasn't number one
They talk shit
I don't

I'm B.G
Now I'm plugged in got chronic by the OZ
Hot boy came up I think I'm B.G
Now I'm plugged in got chronic by the OZ

I was trapping out the hotel

the way
But I'm stuck by the tears on your face
Now it's clear to myself that you don't want me
First you're hot and you're cold and it haunts me
I've been