Lyrics:
Yeah I still roll by myself I'm by my lonely
That remind of the way my shorty throws it
Move that only, Move that only, Move that only
Yeah I still
""Baby CEO get more money
我开台红法拉利 他兰博基尼
I’m driving a red ferrari, he’s in a lamborghini
人民南路交叉口我们比比
Meet me at the intersection of People’s Rd.
permits
We own the city, on the phone with Diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red bone pretty, when she get aroused
like to suck her own titty; put it in the video
permits
We own the city, on the phone with Diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red bone pretty, when she get aroused
like to suck her own titty; put it in the video
confuse you
The fact is Meth, I'm harder than bottles made by Yoo-Hoo
Wu-Tang, welcome to the House of Flying Daggers
Where the truth aim, flying out
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
into you?)
Hey sucker
(Now there's nothing you can do)
A married man? You're out of your head
Sleepless nights on an H.P. bed
A daddy by the time
d-d-deathbed
And walk around V.I.P. on a red carpet
Hey
I'm feeling like I'm in Saved By The Bell
Cause I will take this to the max
She'll run half a mile
I'm
To the treys
R.I.P Zay, R.I.P June
Had to wake up to another homie's Murder in the news
Gotta thank God that I made it when Beef escalated
Could've been lacking
by
Women grin'n
Tint so dark
Cant see in it
Eyes red like a ambulance
Zooming thru then lights
Bitches breaking
Backs and necks
To get a glance
a connection to Christmas music and it began in early childhood spurred on by three things. My culture, my family, and my city. I'm a born and raised new Yorker.
down with us
D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us
Robocop boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky music is a must
I'm number one
People still takin'
Castle-D boy, he's down with us
D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us
Robocop boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky music is a must
I'm number one.
People
he's down with us
D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us
Robocop boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky music is a must
I'm number one.
People still
I ain't having that, I ain't having that
I'm old school like happy slaps
Now it's red bottoms like a nappy rash
I ain't having that, I ain't having
Riding Suburban, lanes be mergin'
I'm gonna hurt you, I'm seein' red
I-I be making up my schemes on the fly
I ain't time, I ain't passing you by
Thought it
changed
Nothing changed
I'm underwater
Now I'm drowning
I kinda like it
I think it's nice here
The red waves
All the sounds are
Pushing hard
Against my ear
Your stressed (Stressed)
See me with the red and blue Gucci stripe across my chest
Call me blessed, this ain't bless (Naa)
Tryna make it from round
I see is red boy
They hanging on by a thread boy
For this paper ima boutta shred niggas
On my baby remember when I fed niggas
They shitted on me like
Heard you ain't silent, so no, I can't feed you
You not a wolf dog, so no, I can't feed you
Re'd up myself, nigga, no I don't need you
Ain't talking
pistol like weave with extensions
P Twenty if a nigga wanna pop
Drive by with that sniper or the chop
130 pounds but
The glock weight 32
Got so much
the time by flippin all these Q's and P's
Quarter Pounds to the half, Aye
This ain't no Q and A so hold ya questions please
This ain't no Q and A so hold yo
I had to forgive those who never Apologized to me
Accountability they never take on Account of they P-R-I-D-E
I just fly away
I can't listen to them
red ink
Blinded by imaginary things
P-p poison dripping from your lips
I’m frozen every time we kiss
Love, love, loving you
Such a dangerous pursuit
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