Lyrics:
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And I'm kickin shit like Jackie Chan
Them Louis V karate
I got a red bitch and that pussy fire
Guess she a hot tamale
And she smart at fuckin'
That
Got it on my own I did this shit by myself
Put my bitch in Louis V I step in YSL
Bitch I'm off designer drugs young nigga be high as hell
My niggas
you bounce, bounce
I really like it when you bounce, bounce
I see money when you bounce, bounce
I like it when you bounce, bounce
Oh, oh
Red
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
you see
Without you I was a bad habit
Running around in circles I ain't mad it
Put that body on me put that pressure on me
I'm tryna blow your mind LSD
(uh-huh)
My nigga Rock just came home from Comstock
I got shooters, they ain't got what I got
Got shit locked, I stunt non-stop
I get it then I blow it
一直 Roll 走著 一直仇 Castle城堡 還沒顧上睡
Light skin backs and I blow it by the 8th
Left her a eighth but she sniffed the whole cake
If they wanna tussle I'll put
I need to talk to Mike Lowrey
Hello?
It's Mike Lowrey
Through the night when it be stormin'
Hopin' everything could clear up by the morning
Mannie Klein (37) and Jule Styne (38)
Were limp on the vine
Till Franny hollered Manny (39)
"That's a nose and a half (40) "
Then there was Louis Nizer
world be strivin and struggling
Tryna eat food and keep the rights to they publishing, huh
Ghetto red hot, man, that shit is like bubbling
Can't get no
like Sade
I'm pulling up in that Benzo
Sweatshirt by Kenzo
My killers blow, we ain't friends ho
Rob the plug if our ends low
Got some old heads still
stop it
They might got muscle but they got no logic
And I got a big heart by the size of a lion
Five minus four, girl, without even tryin'
Now stir that
you already know
Designer everything
We let the money blow
Warning this is a code red
I repeat this is a code red
Lil Jack ‘bout to come and kill it in
the zephyr wind blows
In the ocean of my mind I am sailing
To that paradise, a pipers call, a map of stars
Illuminate a subtle path
Shade by shade the sky
damage on our quest for cabbage
They ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it
Most wanted by the population murdered you for it
Exploit your weakness
conversations, cold shoulders
Out of my mind, she off the red wine
She woozy, bitch bougie, straight from Dubai
She love the hip hop and love my slick talk
And I think I'm 'bout to lose my mind
And if I think 'bout it one more time
I'm a blow my stack
See ya out the back
Give me some room that I can
wetter than a tide on a full moon
Red dress, Red bottom like you reppin piru
Yeah yo body, brazy baby, you should let me slide thru
Hazel eyes, slender
Red eyes, tell me twice
Should I put my hopes on ice
Fair skin, empty face
Help me keep my nerve in place
Read my lips, time slips
Slowly from
at midnight
They wanna know why my feeling don't sync right
Gotta leave by the morning no sleep time
I got three of you baby just sit tight
They roll me blunts
(Oooooh)
No winds that blow
All voices gone astray
The tides forgot to turn
The moon forgot the way
Across the sky
As if the earth itself would hold
I'm playing dead but I'm dead on ya
You not a blood but you got red on ya
And I watch my surroundings
Like the Feds on me
I just got me some pints
I'm dead on you
You not a Blood, but you got red on you
And I watch my surroundings like
The Feds on me i just got me some pints on a
Plane I feel like
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Uh, all I need is the team and my bitch
You know it's RIP to all the competition
Red rum, red eyes, blow smoke and disappear
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