Lyrics:
that Red Bull and vodka
Drugs on me, I'm tryna pick this party up
Drugs on me, Patron Chassis Hitches
Drugs on me, I'm tryna take your energy
Drugs
sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy Jason
Should be taking my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
I go is red
It reminds me of you
My jacket is still dangling
By the mahogany coat rack
A red trenchcoat
With black buttons
Aromatic perfume
Your tearin out
Tearin out pieces
Of me, to replace
The broken
Pieces of you. (x2)
Man, I can’t stop thinking you
Us together
Is like adding 2 and 2
wrote it myself by the way (amen)
Yo Young, Jeezy (amen)
Jizzle, Snowman (amen)
We gotta give the streets what they want man (amen)
Fuck the god damn
by the way
Yo Young, Jeezy, Jizzle, Snowman
We gotta give the streets what they want man
Fuck the god damn sheet man
You gotta get it in bruh
in Jaguars
Open fire when you see me yell out and make em whisper
The club that I'm a member, they'll be gone by November
Keys to the city got killers
John
You baby dick-sucker
Joe Jackson beat you you better dance
Like James Brown faggot in red leather pants
You made up vitiligo you're
A liar you
still cherry red
All these things I've seen
Watched myself from a dream
Lying in bones and dust
Consumed by my lust
What you gonna do when I come for
Burning to pieces
Falling by the wayside
Shadows for graves
Children too young to die
Victims of war taken by genocide
Crawling down the road
COMMENTATOR 1:
Were off.
England looking to get forward. Strong start by the boys in white, keeping the ball well. Long ball forward by Hope, but
got between us
Is just like them puzzle pieces
Like true love
Fits just right
Little Red
Just the feelin' of your head
Layin' on my chest
Sunlight
even red
It's just a normal ass bicycle
A fucking piece of a bicycle
Fuck your bike, it's not even pretty
Fuck your bike, it's not even red, bitch
Fuck
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
of (Huh huh)
I already know that
These eyes is your
Ain't a piece to be owned
By the public zone
That's why I already know (You can't, you can't)
Deprive
in the city, I'ma take 'em to the O
Told my nigga ain't no favors, you can make them lil' pros
Doggy, all I see is red, but we is not Blood
We
molly on me, Lude knew I just re'd up
Dib and dab in this some new designer
I just dib and dab with the semi-touch
We on the red carpet surrounded by
No sleep in the jungle
The rillas run Congo’s
I might just call up
P rock hit the block
And we all dressed like Rambo
Three piece the combo
Slip up
Wanted to show my full range
Pick apart the Word of God, piece by piece we feasting
Bible study, prayer and worship in and out of season
Tell
There will be none
Don't know how she gets by
Sleeps with a phone on her chest
And a bottle that's totally dry
Forgets the day I was born
But if
where I first saw Mary
On that roadside picking blackberries
That summer I turned a corner in my soul
Down that red dirt road
It's where I drank my first
That's where I first saw Mary
On that roadside picking blackberries
That summer I turned a corner in my soul
Down that red dirt road
It's where I drank my
That's where I first saw Mary
On that roadside picking blackberries
That summer I turned a corner in my soul
Down that red dirt road
It's where I drank my
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