Lyrics:
She fina cuss
She say "hi nice to me you, I'm the BFF of Lexi"
Followed up by a, "treat my girl right cuz I get messy"
I guess it's just a
It's a good
My garage so full of the hyper cars
And you know the hyper cars
They like us
Talent so good on my party bus
Your life made right
Do it for us
Red
John applied for a job at Dick's Automotive and
Dick came to the door and he said,
"Tell me Johnny boy. Can you rotate the tires on a '72 Subaru?"
Four minutes and counting.
O.K.
They pressed the button, Jim.
They pressed the button Billy, what button?
The big red one.
You mean
If the bitch don't got a job, that's a red flag
If the bitch don't got a car, that's a red flag
I'm real right, do you see the red flag?
I'm with my
I wait as the days go by
I can't wait to see you one more time
We're gonna make Heaven yours and mine
You're my Heartstring
I hear the Red Birds
screamin "Real boy you needs to chill"
But she don't understand I gots to play my bill
My girl works a job that pays 5 a fuckin hour
We needed more
her in a showcase
summer evening,
the wind was cool
caught me her very grace
I made up my mind swore
by my teacup
Not to eat
until my mother gives up
surprised
The bad live longer and the good die
Pray to God to never let me run dry
Some go school but them nor get job
Some get job but dem nor go school
ain't got it, he'll back out his flicky (Back it)
Feds love pree me, that's why it ain't with me
One call, leave the scene red like Trippie (T,t,t,tssss)
to the red clay cliffs
And I gave that girl my heart
But she stole my heart to the big bad city
And left me there to rot
Why can't he make
A good girl stay
to jail
Hit the block and the fiends raise hell
Got 30 Act pints in the freezer
Hi Tech red got it by the liter
IPhone 2 weigh in the beeper
Yeah, my trap
A man owns a big house
A man got plenty money
A man got red wine to drink
In the land of milk and honey
A man's got a job
He's got some status
lie to my face
Said that I should cut my grass cause I'm surrounded by snakes
Not sure if that was metaphoric or if he had seen one today
I know what
The little nest in the red gum tree by the bank of sand
Where Little River runs through the good brown earth
Flowing, flowing to the sea
In the little nest is
it to yourself, cuz job's not done
You da important one in yo life, don't forget that
When we deal with life, we sometimes forget that
Roses are red
Got your red wine
Got your trophy wife
You're gonna drive them away
Got your black ties
Believe your own lies
And maybe you'll get laid
Hate my job
open, you can't lock me out
Pint of red, bitch, we finna have Zombie Files
Let's go to bed, bitch, we finna have Zombie Files
Four lil' niggas with K's, I
always give me
Please take back your ex’s red beanie
Fuck you and your boredom calls
And the rich kid sport you call a job
And all your stupid friends
fuck nigga some I'm wrong for that
Got his pussy ass knocked out
It wasn't long for that
Ran up on a nigga undercover
Had him a turtleneck
Good job
Pat
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
fine, oh, I forgot to mention
GVO, good vibes and good rhymes just like the tribe
We catching stride, you feel the vibe, but yo, it's time
To get paid
[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Fuck these hoes, it's the re-do, you know how we do
Every Single Bitch y'all
From the Psycho Active album, by my nigga X
The mic was passed and that's when I found out
(People from everywhere watchin the show)
(You're intrigued by the way I do my thing)
(People from
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