Lyrics:
like the red chief
Red leaf lettuce blood money
On the bench seat
12 courses laid up on the long table
Aged wine got me spinning like a dreidel
For fly
a nice day!
Defecting Russian dance into Hockney prints
Exclusive to Bloomingdale's, gift-wrapped in red
From the land of blue rinse
They boggle
a nice day!
Defecting russian dance into Hockney prints
Exclusive to Bloomingdales, gift-wrapped in red
From the land of blue rinse
They boggle
a nice day!
Defecting russian dance into Hockney prints
Exclusive to Bloomingdales, gift-wrapped in red
From the land of blue rinse
They boggle
the dames
Gimme the range and the wain
My niggas up the pawn drop top jag walls
Blindfold you when you step in the car
That's the superstar status apparatus
commando gear -- black robes and a red sash
around his head -- is standing by a plan on the wall. He is addressing an
audience of about eight MASKED
Yeah, man yeah
Yea, I'm comin', man
I just re'd up on a check
I just re'd up on a check
I just re'd up on a check
Blew the whole bag on my neck
I
adell i look
Thought my fam was clean uncle locked inside a cell from books
Thought I was in heaven but red tints? im in it hell it looks
Red jumpsuit
In my lungs go the drugs like the red chief
Red leaf lettuce blood money on the bench seat
12 courses laid up on the long table
Aged wine got me
12! (Aye aye)
Fuck 12! (47)
Fuck 12! (Aye 47)
Fuck 12! (Fuck em)
Fuck 12! (Gotdamn)
Fed ass niggas why I get behind bars
Yea I run with red and blues
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
her full of air
Holes climbing up the casket take me to the casket teeth
Upon her red throat screw me in the daisies rip apart her
Holler snip
pass me my robe, fill my bath up with water
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
Jumpsuit and pig meat and making his fortune, while making them happy with
extension magnets (yeah)
12 AM in Atlanta I'm 'get up on these meds' ?
Shawty want a Xanny', I'm a pop that Perc' instead
If a nigga play, I already got
ride on the cops (cops)
I was young, black, and ashy, '42 khakis
Red rag in my pocket, throwin' up blood to any car that ever pass me
Gangbang
nicer
Feel amazing. Don’t it feel right
You was in a leop-print jumpsuit, I was trynna fuck by the end of the night, well
And it really ain’t no thing
We
ones are gone ride or die for me
Don't play with me
Gone end up 6 feet somewhere in a grave about me
Pop out in designer shoes, designer suit
Jumpsuit
gettin better
11 Turned to 12, now its 1am
Wrappin up the session gotta come again
I slide my phone up, it's bout 1:50
We gotta start busting some moves
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
fold or maybe froze
Or maybe tried to run a red
I told my runner wear a belt
Or wear a jumpsuit in a cell
I had a dream like Martin did
But they still
the mics I rip
They sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped
But my apparatus is up to status
Don't ask who the baddest, or cause static
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free
Since a lad, I
light
Red light, drive-by black life
Flatline why lie? Why?
Bible, bad tune needle, bathroom
TV, dead cousin
Gun store, liquor store
Liquor store, gun
booth so I gotta let em
Spit sparkles on the screen
Red, green, little bit of yellow
Learnt it from the practice flow
How’d he go from cockroaches in
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