Lyrics:
Musik ist so l"ut, "ber trotzdem seh ich d"nn nur dich "uf der Red Cup-P"rty Vom Hoodlife zum M"yb"ch, nur Good Vibes und Five St"rs
Doch trotzdem
a half a foot off the finger
Custom seats are amazin' tellin' nobody could touch that b****
Shoes my Maurie, piss by the month, he cut shock s***
red?”
Translated by P. Raitakari
Red, white, spitting fire, like i'm jumpman hyped up
You be player 2, like you've been my son bruh
Loot chests by the pound
Found a new blade tryna cut
clicka of da palmview p's
ya'll heard what i said ya'll know what it is
don't be hatin on my rhyme cuz you be in my list
iam in diz mackin cheese sting
going down, bitch one time for Yung Joc
One time for CoKane Cash, nigga off top
One time for them (brrr), we got comin' by the flock, nigga
One time
the gangsters, cause I got a lotta love
[ VERSE 2 ]
I got a lotta love, cause you're all my brothers
Red or blue, black's the color
We got a chance, so we can
betta aks nigga!
It's Young Money till I'm RIP
Fuckin bitches gettin money
Shit that's all I see - P!
Cause we thuugin'- bussin in the club
And - middle
as f**k, they gon’ act like a actor do
Me and a p***y boy, those two things ain’t compatible
I’d take a red eye flight to Greece, I’m in a whole different
the hood under I-Ching banners
Red, Black and Green instead of gang bandanas
F.b.i. Spyin' on us through the radio antennas
And them hidden cameras in
faces
Only p's i see no excel
I'm racing that's acceleration
A lotta man left in a coffin
That's facts nigga no exaggeration
Seen a whole lotta red like
to you PC niggas,
It's showtime, check yo TV nigga
I'm 1080p HD, seeing everything clear through my red eyes
Runnin these streets past me, will get it
(Trent)
Uh, What, Damn, Damn
(OK! OK!)
Bro pass me the light
I'm tryna get high
Stacking bread ten ways
I'm just tryna get by
Take trip out
When the world's yearn like a bane
Same shit day by day
Not even happy
About pope turned out to be gay
Expression to be real
I show my will
Desire
We are yer dealers, we’ve cornered the market
Outnumbered by Grillions, yer souls in our pocket
A devious plan now awaits yer demise
People
Cartier face every time that I see her,
Chandelier lights to the prices of the dice,
Roll a hundred G's nigga fuck the same night,
Poppin' Don P Red
Real nigga
What you can't have now
Leave it in the will
Pharrell in the white, Gucci in the yellow one
I'm up in the red one, I thought you said
closer
Money on my mind, p-ssy on my radar
Bitch I'm getting paid, I'm on my Bernie Madoff
Money talks, bullshit walks, cut the legs off
Aim at your
shit cost a arm and leg, cars and bread
Takin' big steps, bitch, I'm nine ahead
We been havin' sex, but not in the bed
Told me that it's red, so I got
Red light, stop sign don't exist
In my life, in my lane
Ye ye, ye ye
Red light, stop sign don't exist
In my life, in my lane
Yao, yao
Red light, stop
came by?
Would you FUCK him or would you deny? Shit...
It ain't like he don't know what we like
Just a little bit of ice, haven't straight for life
life is play it for keeps
Pray for the mother who weeps
Pray something brings you some peace
I need my p by the week
Then a day by the week
Son I need
Barbies I flatter
No I don't speak on no matter
Hearts I shatter
I'll turn his main boy cadaver
Woosh palaver
Trying to make p by the hour
Your Mrs,
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who am I to judge, I’m not your Honor
And the Lizzy coming red, it’s just like an iguana
She was busy, come instead
I need P’s
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