Lyrics:
you nigga,
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas,
I make you "Holla, Holla", I Ja Rule niggas!
The lion's in the room, what up Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis'
oppo
It's not redmi
I know you put me
In a danger zone
So you red me
Y'all know I'm a book of thoughts
So you read me
Or should I say the past tense
nigga
From the hoovers to the hundreds, nigga
From Kelly Park to Bounty hunters, nigga
(Watch out for the shooters)
Same age as the kids in Iraq now
LA
the record don't need nobody to take you out
Like R Kelly you gonna piss on yourself and pout
Listen I'm coming in silent like Tyler The Creator
You're a fool
Dior Kleid in Beige
Baby, komm by me, wenn du nicht weißt, wer du bist
Deine Stimme wirkt bei mir so wie das Gift
Du kleine (Bitch)
Fahren weg in
Little Red. I should have known from the first time when I
realised their special connection, that I just didn't fit in to my
father's plans. And as I
Hot pink, Valentine red
Black balloons, over my head
Let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float
Let it float, let it float by me
Let it
Bitch I'm on oxy that codeine
Big ol' choppa sag my jeans
Bitch I'm swaggin' in my teens
Got new drip Margiela feen
I won't miss got new red beam
GETTING SOMETHING
Dssbteam hun and I'm on this one
alright let go, let go Rxza
V1.
Funmi is a teenager who fell in love with Josh
they were
going back
I get overwhelmed
Nerves maxed out like a credit card
I just wanna float
You don't the sun gon fall over by the moats
But it's still gon shine
unprecedented, and still respected
When it's finished, I'm serious, I'm takin over areas in aquarius
Runnin red lights with my ten thousand chariots
Just
them, if you want that Red October- but
Legally, we gotta both sign that contract
Mark Parker i'mma put Mark Parker
All on that Summer
Jam screen and by
high on my kite
Tsuba patj'
Tsuba patj'
Utlwa m'nat
Cava how red are my eyes
I'm next in line
The mansa of this timeline
Check me on your timeline
When
banks, wanna stack ?
Red like panini, eating steaks and zucchini
Wit' ya broad in Tahiti, big ass green bikini
I don't spit on tracks, I throw up on em
looking over me
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be
looking over me
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be
the whole red carpet
And all the other stuff
All the stars
There to compliment me
And so many fans
That I see in the sea
Everything about
Me and what I do
when The G boutta speak
I can't even go in public in peace
Forty pairs of jays, none of em creased
Diamonds blue and red, call the police
Counting green,
Nobody gonna take my head
I gonna beat my..., yeah, yeah
Ooh, I'm in heaven again
I got everything
Like an open road
All my friends and everything
Yeah, it's CMG the album, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
History
You ain't never seen this many gangsters in the same squad
You never seen this
that’s coming gone look like a blessing
Red face surrounded by diamonds, spaghetti
I can’t fuck these hoes, it’s too easy they let me
I’m bout snap though,
ready to rumble
Still out doing these 10 shots, Kelly wants 10, that's 5 on 5
Used to sit, watch time go by, spent most of my days in YOI's
Put too
from my pocket a rusty old hook
We both ran up on her and he grabbed her by the hair
Then he flattened her skull and he was up and outa there
Without
a be, they go
Repeat Chorus
N.O.R.E. wants to see a churning now
All my ladies in the club turn around
Make it hot on fire of blow
Bring it up by doin'
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