Lyrics:
1-9 she's a big ol' flirt
By now she's got me pretty tied up
Tied down, any way I chose
I got nothin' to lose
Now I'm in the fast lane going 98
By now
gave him the gas face
And this ain't got nothin' to do with a scale
Or bein' gay, little faggot, but by the way
Thoughts are gettin' darker by the day
paint the city red for my respect around this bitch
If the shoe fit
You ain't give me nothin' for my plate
Y'all be choosing, all the wrong cards you
the Beats By The Pound funk
Pull that skunk out, the windows fogged up
And the system all the way pumped
Everything we drop be fire, don't nothin' be bunk
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
All black dress but it's see through
And the red lights surround you
Way you walk got me so loose
When I look back it's times two
Sip the bourbon
Eight years old, couple cane poles sittin' down by the creek
Lines in the water watchin' those bobbers, seein' that red sun sink
Mama's
MAKE M’s MAN THAT'S THE MIND
MADE OF MY NOTES, A MINE
MAKING PLATINUM AND GOLD
GOT A REAL ESTATE, WE CELEBRATE
RED OR WHITE, I LIKE ROSE WINE
to celebrate
The red and green might as well be blue
It's only Christmas with you
With you my Christmas wish comes true
Baby all I want this year is you
You
down to kiss and help me reminisce and celebrate
My tears are falling from the sky and turn to White Love
chorous:
By the time the bells are swinging in
doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red
Cryin's not for me
Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining
Because I'm free
Nothin's worrying
and record it too
Living like nothin to lose
I been runnin chasing loose leaf
Told that lil bihh that she cool
Red bottom dripping kool-aid
Got the top down
My legacy is something to celebrate over centuries
Fiyah Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah gun
The police corrupt, they want us locked in
Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don?
Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you've been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons
Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don?
Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you've been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons
And my
of the strains, walking 'cross the plains, take me in your arms
Fire red, the stage I tread
Elevate me, celebrate me
Extroverted but full of fear
The Soviet
If it's cleaned up, shined up, pedal down on main
You can bet he's pickin' up some pretty country thing
If it's covered up in red mud with
wake)
Spirits come alive when we celebrate
(So let we celebrate, yeah)
What we bring to life don't happen every day
(Can't happen every day, don't
narrows her eyes
Everyone looks at my mother she is one of
If not the most influential
Socialites in the city
He hands her two passes
A red one for her
the midnite hour
Red carpets, nothing less, boy we walked on
I wouldn't have it
It's tragic
How we make em disappear like magic
King Lu with a touch like midas
down
Nothin's gonna slow me down
If it rains all night and the creek gets high and the bridge floats by
I'll find my way to you
Baby keep that
fascists, no cops
One day a rebel corrupted by "God"
Followed an empire that twisted his cause
And he thought it was just
You ain't nothin but a bootlicker,
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
they hurt me
nothin' but a slave to the university
That's why ya see me on the track field run by ya
caught by a liar who want to take me higher
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