Lyrics:
the cordless to call Miss
I insist to get with this
Tan Tone answer the phone, "Hello, who this?" (chick)
"It's me baby, G Luciano, what up lady"
"Fine and how
Tarantino
Scales for Venezuela, brown as Nino
Making the block hotter than jalapenos
G. Luciano
Be wettin' shit like piece in 'casino'
Fifty dollar
that crimson sin intensity!
I'm haunted by the mystery of red, red, red!
Red! red knocks 'em dead!
Some like it hot-tah!
I like it red!
Red's my
Scales for Venezuela, Brown as Ni O
Making the block hotter than Jalepe OS
G. Luciano
Be wettin' shit like piesce in 'Casino'
Fifty dollar cigar seer
come right by
And she was hot, as she kissed my mouth
She was hot, as I wiped her brow
She was hot, she pinned me to the ground
She was quick,
And she was hot, in a 50's dress
She was hot, her lips were flashing red
I was lost, in her burning flesh
I was hot, I was dripping sweat
She was hot
to be queen of the universe
Who is this bitch?
{sung:}
Red hot mama from Louisiana
Thumbin' her way to Savannah
She been cooped up too long
Red
at me Evie can you see
The fruit upon this tree is
Hot hot hot hot hot hot pink and red
Hot hot hot hot hot hot pink and red
Devil said take a bite
Evie
queen of the universe
Who is this bitch?
Red hot mama from Louisiana
Thumbin' her way to Savannah
She been cooped up too long
Red hot mama
my chocolate, my server think I'm hot shit, know she get around, she fly, but she a cockpit. Me and niggas tryna play Luciano do not click, boombastic
potato hot potato hot potato
I see red like a bull I'll explain the meaning
I sense the hate man I swear my spider senses tingling
I bring terror to your
leaving folks
After I get them singing
I'd like to leave ya'll singing
How'bout the folks in the row
Here by the wall
Ya'll got the "red light" with me
Rest
my business
Taking my time
That be the mantra
(Mantra)
In the benz bumping Luciano
While I pull up to the opera
My dinner date love pasta
I'm heating
Paint my face on
Blood red lipstick
Duct taped dipstick
Fuck me heels
Now let's get this shit
Make it hot, Make it hot, Make it hot, Don't stop
Big hair,
label this shit
Hot Shit (E-Hee)
Written with a Red pen
For Blood shed (Hot Shit, Hot Shit)
By the real Hebrews (Hot Shit, Hot Shit)
Plus lions leaving
to be queen of the universe
Who is this bitch?
{sung:}
Red hot mama from Louisiana
Thumbin' her way to Savannah
She been cooped up too long
Red
happens you know… yeah
Just being cation, feelingyou know I was nice and… yeah
I didn't know the red flags so I will telling the story what happen
I see
cool-Aid, whaa?
Wit my red hot riplets
Tell 'em what ya, tell 'em what mean man
You all that and a bag of chips
And I just wanna know if me and you can
Yo
I go by the name of Dame Jones
I'm with my crew
And we gon' show y'all what we be snacking on
Ya dig
Ok
Hot Cheetos and Takis
Hot Cheetos
deal and make your own beats
Compose your own sheets, that's aight but chill
I'ma spend that mil and cop only hot shit
Rock top shit you know how The Lox
beats
Compose your own sheets, that's aight but chill
I'ma spend that mil and cop only hot shit
Rock top shit, you know how The Lox get
Then you can
beats
Compose your own sheets, that's aight but chill
I'ma spend that mil and cop only hot shit
Rock top shit, you know how The Lox get
Then you can
and we freezing the loft (hot)
She wanna clutch on the glock, 1k I see through the plot (hot)
Red dot make you stop, whip it up making it lock (rocks)
hot, it's hot, it's hot, a politically hot potatoe
As hot as the oil that boils beneath the soil of holy land
It's red, it's red, it's red, as red
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