Lyrics:
slimes come through
Bugatti bloody red, uptown 'til I'm dead
Cash Money, master plan ya dig what I'm sayin
It go one time for the money
Two times for
of the rings
Add that shit up that 2 lines by a 3
But I bet i be loaded like glocks on a sting
Only pour red i do not do the green
Only want bread i do
And if the world was yours to do over, I know you'd paint a better place to live
Where the colours would swirl and the boys and girls can grow in peace
on the bezel, a hundred on the rings
Sittin' pretty, baby, with a Cash Money bling
12 AM, I'm on my way to club
After three bottles I'll be ready to fuck
Some
on the bezel, a hundred on the rings
Sittin' pretty, baby, with a Cash Money bling
12 AM, I'm on my way to club
After three bottles I'll be ready to fuck
Some
And if the world was yours to do over, I know you'd paint a better place to live
Where the colours would swirl and the boys and girls can grow in peace
children could see I'm the shrine for the fucking blind
Vietnam mama ball her son know nuthin but raw
Whom tattoos the boy choose
I'm winnin by 4 steps
and dumped bodies in the motherfuckin' wilderness
I'm a wildebeest, and I'll concealed the piece even after I was busted by Warren Police
You think just
bumping
Like our favorite song
And we ain’t stopping 'til
Six in the morn'
She saying
Take me
Take me
Ta-Ta take me
Take me
(I’m ready) Take me
(I’m
I'm having them over
1, 2, 3 let's go!
Two against two
Check the outcome and it's done
Man I swear Wil's gonna wanna do a next tune
When I write and I
I'm a thug nigga, and I was - born to die
I hang with drug dealers, that's - ready to ride
We got BEEF nigga, then we - ready for war
I can't SLEEP
(woo, woo)
Real red fiend, ready for anythin' (woo)
Shoot, don't need to scream, I'm with the dream team (G Herbo)
Reds on, all we knew was grey
pack of that bud
It's fucking hazy because of that blunt
Eyes turned red, colour of blood
washed out mind like it got flood
But what the fuck, I got
(drank)
'Til it get low and then I fill it up mayne (may-ne)
[Verse 7 - Chamillionaire - imitating Willie D]
I'm ready, I don't play, hey
Freaky deaky,
the buddha bless bless my head and the eyes are red
Comin' for ya, 3-2-1 nice to know ya
You wanted to pop junk
So now it's like a little Vigor
I outta
to all employees, and I'm here to teach the principle
'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Voorhies
Man, fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real
least three pant sizes tush
Mushed against your damn side, you puss
And thighs are squooshed
What kind of attires that?
I'm ready to be rode
spin the block til I feel like I’m nauseous
Smg clips lift em up like hydrolics
These niggas only beef on electronics
Military stick with a red light
lane
Call me anything besides a king, you callin' me by the wrong name
I'm like Lebron James here and it won't change
See this is my life, this is not
on the line, line
Keep talkin' that smack
I ain't really worried bout that
Like it's a AK on my back, now you could
See that I'm ready 4 war
Know we came through
happy
These MC's are happy with a G
But I'm gonna keep billing up P
'Til the government have to put a bullet
In my Boy Better Know tee
When are these
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
Yo, Fresh, you ready?
I'm ready, man, let me do this (run it, run it)
What? What? What? What? (Sheeit)
What? What? What? What you, what you need,
I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies' pimp
The women fight for my delight
But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs
That shock the house for the young
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