Lyrics:
with a stool
I'm drunk it hit my head
I'm pissed I'm turning red
Well it's the Lordz of Brooklyn
if you fuck around you're dead
E to the D to the G the E
has never scared me off
So I burned a path to figure out
How to get me some of what you got
I've got a red hot heart
If the talk is true yours is
can't hide the way I feel for you
To feel your hand on my cheek
To here the words that you speak
My winter lover turn me red hot and blue
my winter lover
and blue-r, underneath horse manur-er
C. Delores T., Screw her, I never knew her
I'm good, like milk mixed with calugha
Intimidated by the songs I made (why?!)
I'm at the top and it's my time
Know you feel the breeze when I walk by, yuh
Worry 'bout yours, 'cuz I got mine
Your lane do not pass the white line
blowed, fire
Hot like fire but she so cold, fire
Flow like lava fire and brimstone, fire
Drop that fire by the shit load, fire
Smoke that fire when she gets
hot like a stove
So fly like some doves
Count up my bread
I got a lot of loaves aye
Red dot rose
And it's pointed at ya nose
Every rapper passing by
Tech Nina
Kansas City
You ready? Ya ready?
3, 2, 1, go!
Welcome to the Red Kingdom (yeah)
Red Kingdom
Welcome to the Red Kingdom (yeah)
Red
Marcus, You been talking too hot
Just a tad
You don't think that you should stop
Hmm, nah, never that
See I was never made to play the son
Thy kingdom come
Stewart Rod
Every Beat Of My Heart
Red Hot In Black
I met her in a little French cafe
Legs like a young giraffe
She was sitting reading
Stewart Rod
Every Beat Of My Heart
Red Hot In Black
I met her in a little French cafe
Legs like a young giraffe
She was sitting reading
à Mars
I can't see a thing, but I can hear a mouse piss on cotton
My style is rotten, spoiled by vets who protect they necks
Do the knowledge
sheet
Yeah we pass each other by
Brushing shoulders avoiding eyes
We act like we despise
We the same fucking kind
Black or white i dont mind
Tear your
bread and haters toast
Call me "Bank Sinatra" no Luciano
Issa new me and year nuevo ano
More Life to my brothers mi hermanos
No chicken tings but like Gus
mad I got me a bag now he want the smoke but he not a thug
Done made me a Killin by pimpin these bitches and scammin these niggas and sellin these drugs
Oh Woah Oh Oh
Millimeter Peter
Canottiera, wife beater
Ya, you know that I beat her
Put the kush in the freezer
No I’m not a cheater
Joe Luciano is
Diamonds make you stare
Shinning like I’m fucking Cher
Made my bones by the grace of the Don
This fucker joker shown his brawn
Slaughterings worse than
on this one
You gotta drink Crist-all
Buy some red wine, a little Gaja 9-7
You're so contagious, I can't take it, have my baby, let's just make it
on this one
You gotta drink Crist-all
Buy some red wine, a little Gaja 9-7
You're so contagious, I can't take it, have my baby, let's just make it
Chea you could get got on the spot
Shot in the club parking lot from the AK
I’m shootin’ ‘till the trigger get hot, ahh
Pull my sleeve over my hand
bitch, boy, you better coat me with that piss (Keep some hot shit)
Grab her by the puss when I whip the chromo
Black and blue like when I whip on the homo
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
red hot so these bitches call me spicy
Hot Tay, Hot Tay
Hot Tay, Hot Tay
Hot Tay, Hot Tay
Hot Tay, Hot Tay
Contact, kill em by the contact
Kill em, by
would get everybody on the same track)
You niggas could learn a lot by now
(I'll go first)
Stone Mountain
Give a fuck about these haters man
I'm
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