Lyrics:
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I’m buying the by the brick (2 Paints)
In the trap where I’m doing my shift (All Day)
Pull up get a bag and dip (Dip Dip)
If I make em mad
Showtime (flamers)
If you sippin' on somthin put
It down right now get Money
We bout to get it poppin, this song
Jahlil Beats
I like my rosé red
the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You see, I'm six foot one, and I'm
they are the same
And I took it from the greatest
Take it from me stop wasting
Time passing by get famous
And don't forget to get faded I'm waiting
I got
wide open (uh)
Begging me to stop but at least he died hopin' (uh, uh)
Didn't get his wish, now he's a dish for the pack (Come on)
Two glowing red
Got these diamonds on lock yeah they dripping wet
I did tricks witcha broad ain't no BMX
PVO we don't stop we ain't seeing red
I be higher than Mars
The ones off the Molly I’m a big fan
The one doin coke, I am Stan
Stacking up paper, yeah fuck all my haters, I won’t see you later, cause I’ll have
you can really have rest of mine
My generations after me won't have to ever grind
Thats why I do this shit you know I
Can't stop, won't stop
Can't drop,
wide open (uh)
Begging me to stop but at least he died hopin' (uh, uh)
Didn't get his wish, now he's a dish for the pack (Come on)
Two glowing red
That shit Cold
Icy crest
With Diamond rest
She's dancing in the snow
Nicely dressed
Diamonds baguettes
She's flexing like she knows
She Pop
this fresh package
(Endorsed by so mean) bad Boy Headquarter
Your motherfuckin' boy Montana
(RNS real nigga shit) red talk to em
Woooooooo (Shakedown)
Ay
all the boys I shot up in the motherfucking party
Know it ain't an excuse, I'll tell ya, I was off the molly
Say my cheeks are red, I'm high
I'm feeling
to the shredded foreskin
Red is torn and they're only bein' fed a portion
Bed sores in sore shins
Pregnant whores can get abortions
Fetish for stickin' metal
don't treat me like the rest
Cause I know I'm
Icy
Pricey
I'm so mighty
My fear tiny
Your fear Godly
You stay popping molly
I stay fucking holy
I'm just
that cap
I molly water down my jacks
I'll rest in peace when I see my name on a hundred platinum plaques
That's fax no cap
N,N-Dimethyltryptamine puts me
another day
Them red and blue lights
that light up these city nights
Just another day in the life
Just another day
Always got a bag on me
Pop some molly
it's styrofoam inside of red cups when we pour up
Molly, Coke and moon rocks plus you know we keep them tabs
I just got some killer wax so you know we
niggas stop)
(Movin' off the red)
(Movin' off the red)
(She gon' give me head)
(Shout out to the fed bitch)
(Stack up all my bread, bitch)
(Doo, doo, doo,
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
we got a special guest with us
As a proud subsidiary of Papa Molly incorporated
We got the CEO herself to come swing on by and tell you a tale
These red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin' all her friends
I might put 'em on the Gram
(uh, yeah, Dexter)
Pop A Cart OOH Girl Stop Diamonds Robbed
yuh back ready fi attack Vulcha lifestyle chappa badness Molly ah X pop bare bad bitch Chop eh line park up bare fat whip Mummy seh fi stop sing
molly on her tongue
Trap do numbers from the 6 way to da gump
Aye, dem niggas turned they back on me
They wasn't even wearing Vlone
I go Chrome Heart my
wrong
They're falling one by one, no time to stop
You see in the land they've lost control
No winners in this war
You must kill'em all
Red fire at night
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