Lyrics:
call, the devil inside me responds
In the back of my mind I see it all, the bourbon and the red-hot blondes
And a man on his doorstep showin' no signs,
a brick, yeah
Ring around the rosie, I been ridin' with the 40
If you play, you gon' feel that stick, yeah
Pull up to the red light, shawty walk by
the red october
with out a pocket full of money
your boy get lonely
i call up pat rich and jackpot they my homies
juss like da grinch
hundred dolla bills
There's folks out there that'll judge a man by the color of his skin
There's still a fight over wrong and right that no one ever wins
I know
comin' in with
These fucking new shoes
Only dudes inside that snooze lose
I'm busy that day, I'm living that way
I'm busy as hell
Man don't give me that
stable
Streaming apps, better cable
A cool-ass neighbor (what's up?)
We be slidin' by with the orange wine
Got incense and candles lit (ah)
Smellin'
I'm still in the neighborhood
This AP face got blue baguettes, my Rolex face is ruby red
I come from the mud but still somehow I just ooze success
(aye)
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin'
And for you, you, you to back it up and dougie!
Put your arms out front, lean side to side
They
across the nose
Parents drinkin' wine and worn-out clothes
Skylights, late night
Fake fights, short flights
City watchin' on the red-eye
thing but it just feels as if these
people don't really know what beauty is and by bandying it around so often
it starts to loose all meaning and worth.
What did you expect from these red lips?
Curses, laughter, and a tender kiss
Hours went by and you got it all
Empty walls in a hollow city hall
What
like out there
I mean gross, look
She's just so, black
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in
constructor
I wanna break it down for them cats out there who don't know
About the cats known as the LP, coming from the West coast, yo
This cats got
gonna slap you back (yer)
Sometimes it hurts
And that's bad karma
Watch out for it
[Chorus]
How am I supposed to live in a world of negatives
How
a man ain't afraid to commit
Take 'em out to dinner it's a candle lit
So I'm giving in to the battle of the sexes
And calling up ahead to make
Every second three animals die in American laboratories tortured by crazed vivisectors who burn crush and mutilate starve poison and assault animals
by dwarfs and giants
but his mind reached out for the Nibelungenhord
Yo baby what's up?
I been around him and I know what he's about
Shinin' those fancy things but its not what he's made out of
He takes good care
Red, black, and green, you know what I mean?
Like the devil did all this shit
This is judgment day
Jesus Christ is black
This is judgment day
went crazy with a killer
So you left him, didn't stress it
Now his hands around the trigger of a red .357
He just wanted Daddy's blessings but your
Lil nigga you ain't shit
Lil nigga can check it
Don't start talking reckless
I walk out the bank rich
Man I know that these niggas be wishin'
They
the 11th hour
I can make sweet out of sour
We never go fear and we never go cower
Wetin go fit break my spirit, nada
True resilience in millions
Mr. Solo
Arabs
Big gold blocks on deck
Damn I'm taking bout them big slabs
AK47
Buried that bitch in the sand
Dug that hoe up
Then got to bussin at yo man
Arabs
Big gold blocks on deck
Damn I'm taking bout them big slabs
AK47
Buried that bitch in the sand
Dug that hoe up
Then got to bussin at yo man
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