Lyrics:
at base bugs in the software
Flash the message, something's out there
Floating in the summer sky
99 red balloons go by
99 red balloons
Floating in
England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
The rosy-red cheeks of the little children
'bout over load (Let’s go)
Got a whole money for my bro (Woah)
I’m talkin' 'bout the same day I go (yeah)
Got a whole lotta cocaine by my do'
I ain’t
stalled the engine couple times for real but now I'm on go
Couldn't even stop if I wanted
I done threw down the gauntlet
No matter what I stayed solid
you loved me you stayed hesitating
Now you getting faded
I know what I wanted and I had my goals
And you never supported so I let you go
I got tired
knew what I do now
I never knew what I do now
Dark little place she digs to go
Dark little place she lets me go
Red is the color of the sun with
Get some more bottles
Let them get some more bottles
Let them get some more bottles
Get some get some more bottles
Let them get some more bottles
love In the friend-zone ooh
Calling me back but I respond back hell no
Touchdown like hundred yeah let’s go
Red light, green light, yeah let’s go
Pockets
on this one
You gotta drink Crist-all
Buy some red wine, a little Gaja 9-7
You're so contagious, I can't take it, have my baby, let's just make it
on this one
You gotta drink Crist-all
Buy some red wine, a little Gaja 9-7
You're so contagious, I can't take it, have my baby, let's just make it
And recall the tenderness
As we sit by the waterside
Oh, I can never forget
That I was the man who let you
Slip out of his life
So put on your red dress, baby
the blicky
He insane, let it go if you iffy
Finger itchy, he dyin' to scratch it
Need the pack, then we flyin' to grab it
Got your dame in the coupe and she
Through these hazy days, I won't let go
As long as brightness shows, don't forget
Although we sing to the bottom of a bottle
We got to put the throttle
let it go
Yeah we figured you out by now
You bow down, just a face in the crowd
So let it go in your soul, look and see what you find
But then it's just
is Killa Season
Watch him kill the season, paid checks heavy
It's King Jaffe Joe, get ya tape decks ready
Cam'ron:
That's one and out, let's go, let's
Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don?
Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you've been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons
And my
Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don?
Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you've been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons
but I really want you by me yeah, yeah
Baby ride my wave, I'm like the Red Sea yeah, yeah
Because I want to know if you love me just the way I do
But I
the end
I'm better off by myself
I'm never wearing red sleeves ever again
Never gonna let you hurt me again
I'm better off in the end
I'm better of by
let's get doe
If you a soldier, let's get low
But keep it gangsta anyway ya go
I'll ride with my brothas, die with my brothas
Drive by pull
the state murder
Everyday it's a homie, lay my rag in a casket and retaliate
Nigga who is you, what side is you, red or blue
I gets my drop on, I
the body's guest,
Upon your impish arrant
Let none be guiled by false confession
Truth shall be your warrant
Fly soul for your body must die
But for those who
the body's guest,
Upon your impish arrant
Let none be guiled by false confession
Truth shall be your warrant
Fly soul for your body must die
But for those who
and it's not you
Let's discuss this over a drink
And if it ends well and you're not rude
Let's repeat this over again
Red wine when your grooves on
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