Lyrics:
the place to be)
(Andre 3000, shout out to public housin') (cash) (bitch)
(I brought the whole hood with me)
You got red dirt in your Afro
(Young Hov' in
niggas hoes, you niggas hoes
And I ain't even trippin
'Cause we'll be laughing to the bank and riding by these niggas
Mikey bring that mink with your
I know your baby never hurt nobody
But he got his ass smoked at that Mustard party
Og Blood, everybody know me when I came in with the little
knife through your eye socket
Im a sick deadly werewolf biting on little red riding hood
Said this wolf got a longer tongue so i can fucking eat you good
Fuck around hit a nigga from a long distance
To have you walking with a shit bag
Riding with it on me ain't
No need to pop truck
Red SnapBack ain't gon'
You took the best of me
Riding on my leather seat
The year I was born in 1980
I put the paint thick
All the days I called in sick
As fast and as red
leave the crib she on my block giving bop bops
You be riding with her showing off like you some hot shot
Little do you know her body count is like
on the stand
But I love it when she call me by my rapper name
She say go head and get the money just don’t ever change
I got the volume to the max I’m riding in
Slackin' on ya mackin'
And I'm 'bout to lay my pimp down
Christian Louboutin
Red bottom come in men's now
On to the next one, skinny jeans fit in
Pull up
Man, f-ck them other rappers
I don't hear no-one thats sounding good
Call me the wolf, I got a little red riding hood
When we in the club, women try
The warehouse of bloodied skulls
Belongs to my loved ones
Those killed by my loveable guns
So we went to different schools.
"Little Red Riding Hood
rifles
And Das EFX' mask
Red moccasins, Emerald City is my metropolis
I dust rappers
I don't give a fuck what the topic is
You can never win, you're not
house has comical little red walls and a roof of mossy green
In the garden a lone Tiger Lily struggles through the weeds to be seen
He is dressed in
Hoe u hoe u just
I be i be Getting to the bag cuz my bag way Bigga
Only fuck with hood Niggas cuz they always pull the trigga
I'm the baddest
good
Even if you make it out you still got to visit the hood
And i stay with the hoodie little red riding hood
Walking on the path with wolves the're
pal switch
I be dripping and swagging
Just see how my style switch
From the hood I just counted, money & stunted
Young rastafari I'm laced up
come to whacking niggas I done won awards
Nigga, you a bitch, where yo' Honda Accord?
I'm riding in some shit only I can afford
Shouldn't claim the hood
From getting gangbanged in the meadow
And little red riding hood was riding good like she should
That big bad wolfie was all up in that pussy
Ayyy, hood
OTS making this bitch, 214 baby
Motion boys
Motion gang business , we forever the largest
And we forever winning
Triple D First 48
All my
away, and at last one day came a squaw with a story strange,
Of a long-deserted line of traps 'way back of the Bighorn range;
Of a little hut by
the shoe go
Bad bitch hit me up she tryna fuck just cause the hublot
Forgi's on a new rolls
Riding round roof off
Brodie got the red beam face shot he look
block
You ain't from my hood you might get popped
Screens fo's with them fo's on chop
I'm flipping drop with invisible top
Ho's bop when my drop steps by
used to think LL stood for Love LA
He from Queens, how the fuck he put that with Cool J?
Red Kangol hat, red sweatsuit to match
Red Adidas, nigga,
to fireballs, um
I started spilling all my problems
To the final boss
He shed a tear and let me by him like
"What's mine is yours"
Broke him off a little weed bid
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