Lyrics:
it's your Highness
I don't know if she got a snort habit
Or the bitch got sinus
Pyrex tried to sign us
Bakin' soda tryna sign us
Got a red stove
bitter it ain't never sweet or sour
I've met killers, I've met mother fuckin cowards
Keep your distance bitch you think you so empowered
Anger brews
stare in your face, you seem stunned
Remember P, the one you got your rhyme style from?
(Yo it's the P)
Yo, disperse from off this
Who the culprits
the time, no violent by design
Lust, infatuation, have you wastin' all your time
This that fuck, I'm dehydrated
Call it thirsty, I say fine
Yeah, I don't
Every morning feeling outta touch
Hit the punts run it up what's the rush
I can't but feel I could've done more
I got four faces like i'm rushmore
I
and gobble the stuff up
Driven by insatiable blood lust
Heart starts beating, hard breathing
I see people bleeding, fiending, I need it
You hemophiliac?
hate this
Every letter I spray is for my A-clique
The case is you claiming you on some fast lane shit
Face it your ass is still stuck back in
I outlive them red roses (them red roses)
Hope I outlive them red roses (them red roses)
Hope I outlive them red roses (them red roses)
Hope I
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't relate
Boys get Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
red, code red
Every time I need a person I can trust
There's one
All bags get a crinkled crunch
Trash actin' like it wasn't lunch
Your face is
and confused, what you do is run, but Bonz might have a gun.
Shit, you're being kicked by Richie Rich.
Stunned and bleeding, you're looking sad, well you pressed
protected by the heat like its cold war
She want the encore, I make it clap
A round of applause for the knife in my back
She got a nice smile but you know
Smoke to the face
Stoner Jordan through the bass
Got my tribe by my side
High as planes
Smoke weed everyday
And ain't nothing changed
See now I thought
to spread a humble message by uploading to the cloud (Cloud)
If you pursue your gifted passions just don't do it for a profit
Money only comes in second if
fingertips like a jumpball
Gettin paid he can't sign a deal if it sound off
Told them he gone fuckin stay fly with no downfall
Youngin he gone rob 2 get by 4
Operator, help me please
Room service got me on my knees
They got the same ole ham and rye
Give me fillet gumbo, crawfish pie
I want it Red
I love that super soaker on her
It goes crazy by the touch
When it comes out from the trigger it releases bout a bunch
Love that super soaker on her
Juicey
Got pulled over
Left
The cops body on the shoulder
Then
Rolled it over
Red
Red Rover
I'm
Not sober
But I
Made it home made stouffers
All day
Face
stained red
By the love for his brethren
It's hard to tell the time
Nowadays he just writes a rhyme
To keep it straight along his spine
He got his problems
a little thing honest arrow to every part of the body don't act like you don't want it
Cut off those fingers one by one polish the work until it's all done
now
I took the red pill im alive
Not just face in the crowd
Hey
Kid by the ocean barely ever in pools
Raised in the jungle man I never had rules
Been
wasn’t okay what you said
By the way, you saw green but it was flashing red
I don’t care that now it isn’t what you meant
By the way, I’m saying all
I’ll find a girl who dances a lot
Get on the floor, show her what I’ve got
If the India is cool she’ll be red hot
Then we’ll go back to her place
It
of some solid advice
There's a painfully simple solution
It's as plain as the nose on your face
By Gad!
By Gosh!
By Heck!
By Gum!
By Rabbit's Foot!
By
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