Lyrics:
Cigarette look wet yo death wish granted
Where yo casket at?
My Cincinnati Reds jersey on
Big fan of Ken Griff
I was new to them but heard a lot of stories
baseball money
Used to do it big, but now, bitch, I do it Paul Bunyan
Cincinnati Reds cap, skinny jeans, black Chucks
Hollywood shotgun, watch me make it
and let you down (ooh, ride, ooh, ride, Susie Cincinnati, ride)
In her little red cab, she is scootin' all over town (ooh, ride, ooh, ride, Susie
and let you down (ooh, ride, ooh, ride, Susie Cincinnati, ride)
In her little red cab, she is scootin' all over town (ooh, ride, ooh, ride, Susie
cuttin' rock
That Cincinnati Red's that's Cedar Block
The Angels of Athens Park, if you wear it, don't leave the block
Kansas City Royals, that's Kitchen
baseball stadiums, talkin' to Joe Morgan
Cincinnati Reds, I'm over your heads
Call my limo Nancy, make it fancy, I'm in a rush
No time for coffee, ice
a Cincinnati Red
I made another song, can't get it out my head
You read between the lines of every word I write down
But you don't take the time to hear what I'm
sold
and I pray to god that I live to get old
'cause half of my homeboys already dead
and the other half doin time with the feds
I'm like the CincinnatI
leave you on that couch
Like you sleeping off them meds
All he seen was that mask and that cincinnati reds
Real killa pappy mason have you leaking out
an abortion,
I stand toe to toe with the Mob need an extortion.
Based on the guideline I did time in the Feds,
I did multiple hit's like a Cincinnati Red.
My
as you can
New York Metts, Fighter Jets Cincinnati Reds yeah that's alright
That is alright that is okay yeah that's alright
I'm about to hit a home run
Cincinnati Red call it Ken Griffey [Grifffffey]
I'm on them big rims slow down in front of me
Black skin, Yellow Gold, lookin' like a Bumble Bee
Super tight,
sold
and I pray to god that I live to get old
'cause half of my homeboys already dead
and the other half doin time with the feds
I'm like the CincinnatI
Money Boy ich trag' rote Chucks und ein
Rotes Shirt von Jack&Jones
Und ein rotes Snapback Cap
Von den Cincinnati Reds, swag
Ich bin swagged out,
and the bread
C's on my head like the Cincinnati Reds
Fucking niggas on my business like the feds
I'm like Chauncey Billups is [?]
I called med just to get me
brought Ice Cube back
And have Dr. Dre screaming "Meek Mill is a rat"
It's a wrap, red khakis, red Cincinnati
I'ma see you in the streets, don't at me
Just imagine how I fuck you in the caddy
Slid to Cincinnati
Got the black and red Sonoma
Pull the robe off her whole ass
Saying I be bragging
Slid
Cincinnati caps, black and red
I'll take an Actifed, go back to bed, allergic to the fumes
Having a funeral for the news cause the facts is dead
The trust
in Cincinnati
At the red light, I stop and stall
Look at the liquor store and see my name on the wall
Hookers on the corner tryna make a sale
Brothas
Francisco, eyes red, Cincinnati
Been up for two days straight so you'd remember Chris Ashley
It's a ruckus, ah well, fuck it
Kicking it just like the bucket
off in my Fleetwood
Beating in my Caddy like cops in Cincinnati
At the red light, I stop and stall
Look at the liquor store and see my name
Down in Cincinnati like a Red yeah
Running up these racks, ain't no fair catch
Necklace on me water like a whale yeah
Sonic 'bout my coins like
the Chevrolet red
Likes it's from Cincinnati
Baby be giving me head, with superior talent
I pay for that pussy like it's a rent-a-car
I ring the phone like 'baby
brown
Niggas mad got a choke hold on the town (ahh)
Still on the same corner I started at
(started at)
Still up in that red Cincinnati hat (Cypress)
Lost
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