Lyrics:
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P, Bun-B and Slim Thug
We goin' hard in the paint like
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
(Repeat) (Verse 1) Well hey runaway with them blood red lips I’d like to drink you in slowly, and relish them sips I’d like to smother your shine be your
'Rari in the backyard
You ain't fucking with us you just act hard, act hard
Nigga I could put you on the black card, mask on
Future 'cause I'm moving
From a post in the game
Makes it hard to maintain focus
Then from the glock rounds and lockdowns and burials
The seeds that sow, get devoured by
sow, get devoured by the same locusts
'Cause it's a hard row to hoe
If your ass don't move, and the rain don't fall
And the ground is dry
But
a million from the claims to left and right?
Now aren't things like that enough to drive a man to booze?
But Hard-Luck Smith was hoodoo-proof--he knew
Yeah
Red
Moon shine
Dead
Long nights
Red rose, moon shine
Everything I know is just fine
Dead hopes, long nights
I don't want them wasting my time
Yeah I'm in my right mind
Got me feeling so high
Yeah I'm in my right mind
Got me feeling so high
Looking through my red eyes yeah
Looking through my
All this stress getting to me
Trynna push it out my head
Like it's lead
Aiming at my chest
Dot the color red
On point
Falling back is never
to your door
Love me or not me i don't even mind
Party jellof dey sweet you know
Make the pepper dey red be the koko o
My factory reset when you call me by
He was the type of man written by a woman
The type that doesn't piss you off, yell, scream, cheat
And I know I've romanticised the idea of romance in
got a big, let me search ya
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup (uh)
Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym
ain't seen nothin'
Ya gurl is persistent, she ain't stoppin'
Man she say she want a hood nigga
I keep the purp by the pound
The trunk stay bumpin,
of the rings
Add that shit up that 2 lines by a 3
But I bet i be loaded like glocks on a sting
Only pour red i do not do the green
Only want bread i do
still
Sting little bee, sting little bee, sting
Sting little bee, sting little bee, sting
Sweetest little things turn sourest by their deeds
Lilies that
when you hate yourself I know it's hard to be loved
Tryna' make sense of the darkness within
December night with the knife to my skin
Drunken mind, red
expecting her
And she's got work to do
He helplessly stands by
It's meaningless to try
As he rubs his red-rimmed eyes
He says I've never seen her get
hard to smell
My dope be coming in bricks
It ain't too hard to sell
White tail, red nose, she a Reindeer
(What that is?)
(Sniiiiiiiifffffff) Powder
Cause I'm a fiend for the way you (w-work the bitch)
Uh, cause a pimp like me just wanna work that bitch hard
What, when you walkin' the red carpet
Cause I'm a fiend for the way you (w-work the bitch)
Uh, cause a pimp like me just wanna work that bitch hard
What, when you walkin' the red carpet
breeze
cnd I love it when, red colored autumn, leaves falling off the trees
cnd I love when, sun sets on the beach, you and me are happy
Pre-Chorus
Why
I see a red door and I want it painted black,
No colors anymore I want them to turn black.
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes,
and quick dollars
I know the pain the game bring, I did the same thing
Spaced out in the staircase, performing a sting
It's hard to keep control, I
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