Lyrics:
2 am. I saw hazard lights
Appeared to be a dame distressed in the night
She was 5 foot 6 and damn she was built
I slammed on the brakes and got
the opps go down (nah, facts, pussy boy)
Maybach with the shade (straight up)
Brand new CTS all red like the Braves (on God)
Y'all just started slidin',
Christmas Red
Heavens bring us all together, I wish it was Christmas forever
We have a beautiful Christmas Tree
Surrounded by Angels singing
Bring your
was so enticed
By niggas like slick money and ice
We figure prison it should come with the light
Along with losin' your life
And there were no way
I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh
No shame
and
no
inhibition
Now it’s all coming to light
You’re fuckin some silly girl now
But u still fuck with my mind
I knew your brand wouldn’t
better
Higher than any brand that's ever existed
Ladies let's jet sets with God on a shopping spree
Where everyday is a Red Hanger sale reminding you
niggas it wit me Wakanda
Brownin wit red hair I nickname her Wanda my life is a movie no need for a Oscar
Ran it up n ran it back
Turned the audio
A brand new paragon
We draw the sign of thy brotherhood
And may run a red flood
It's time for insurrection!
We want to find out
The blue of the sky
The joy
between or get hit G
Red light, green light, one two three
Out for the dash, but in the flash, you shoulda let me pass
'fore crash, now that ass is in
to the window
And who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter
Bess, the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a dark red love knot
Into her
And sometimes I get blinded by the shining from the lights
Diamonds dripping red and blue, they red and blue
you
I could never see a red light
Like a deer with the headlight
I freeze up when I re-up
See I barely had patience
And you're relating
Only the moment
your head wide open
Hopin to spot a chip in this frame
I lived and died by the burnin flame
Of the OK Corral Cowboy style
From the Quarters
I'm standing 10 toes
Junkie lil bitch be rolling off benzos
I keep the stick by my side like a messenger bag
Groupie lil bitch she just mad I ain't
Wonder Mike and
I'd like to say "hello"
To the black, to the white
The red and the brown, the purple and yellow
But first
I gotta bang bang the boogie
as their spirits were light
Now Oscar the liar and Billy the thief
Subscribed to no orthodox code of belief
But they mastered each moment that passed like
100 bands, keep it in the pants
Your girl buys my brands, keeps me by her hands
100 bands, keep it in the pants
Your girl buys my brands, gotta
need me 'bout thirty figures
I’m ridin' with cold killas
I’m talkin' that Red Redemption
They rеady to murk a nigga
Closed casket, hearsе a nigga, yeah
Skating in Central Park
This sweet wind builds
Its nest
over my head,
skims my thoughts.
Lips smile
like red drapes
On this summery
scene,
We're both still suffocating
Waiting for something, waiting for nothing
It's what I feared the most
We're surrounded by lights
Each one's a fucking
I become again, what I was
Hidden by deafening crows
Silent birds have flown away
Hovering over red meadows
Silent birds have flown away
Towards
a picture of a brand-new way
‘Till I become again, what I was
Hidden by deafening crows
Silent birds have flown away
Hovering over red meadows
Silent
funny
Is it any reason why y'all starvin'
I smell bull and by smelling force
Do I really need to beg your pardon?
My jersey say James I don't play
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