Lyrics:
I'm too fresh to be jumpin' up and
Down rockin' all of this Polo
Women playing Marco Polo
I ain't even work the mojo
Ask 'em why they goin' loco
Fine
niggaz hit the cells
If the line is thick
So I drive the 500, through
The door of the b****
Yo Red, wassup man?
Aye they ain't tryin'
To let you in
Baby, you down, need to bless up
Gotta watch how you address us
Playing no games, no dress-up
I got an idea
'Less you wildin' out in my hood, dawg
sick, and my eyes red, and I'm so young man I'm laying in bed
I've been all night, thinkin in my head
I can't find a fuckin shin down my leg
Fuck... my...
vibin', two-steppin on the one time
No one else in my city ain't movin' like me, baby
Homies by my side, you know we be goin' crazy
Shawty gotta back it up
You ain't wanna hold me down
What goes around gon' come around
Tell him I'll go another round
Now when I'm by myself (myself)
Cold heart, it don't
my wall down and you took advantage
I seen them red flags but I just ignored it
I seen them red flags but I kept it goin
You ask me for favors
goin' around in my hometown
Where the Devil and the Gavel collide
I heard it from a whisper down the Salkahatchie River
By the bridge on the opposite side
had me
Love is crazy, I'm glad I can smile and say
Ain't it funny
C-A double D, Hi
Double dose my
Fly by, red line
Touch the roast side
Oh I
other than being recorded
As some of the worst niggas labeled important
Go put some more in
You like a moron I ain't talking foreign
But nigga I
'm jumpin' from outta the V Masked down, it's just me, Dub, and Black
Lil' baby give me that head, almost gave me a head stone
I be Somewhere sippin' red
niggaz hit the cells
If the line is thick
So I drive the 500, through
The door of the bitch
Yo Red, wassup man?
Aye they ain't tryin'
To let you in
finessed em down
Homemade silencer
The glizzy ain't making a sound
I know niggas in different areas sellin da pounds
Told my mama I would ball
Like saying
Girl, when I'm workin', I be workin' for them millions
Why your hair down, I ain't trickin', find another sucka
These bitches tryna make a livin', but
creep, niggas goin' down for the count
It ain't sweet, fuck around and knock money out
Come on fella, you don't want the dog with the camp
Not Old
Whole 100 shots like Young Dolph (?)
You know I'm forever reppin' 16 I feel better
I'm goin' through it call the drank man, call the drank man
how I walk it
Walk down leave a footprint they get stepped on
Bring me in no confession
Blew right by and I left em
Legend Will Smith no Wesson
Wake up
market so don't try to bargain
Drippin', Im frozen I feel like the arctic
Surrounded by green like I chill in the garden
My red and white stripes on my
would say I'm red hot
But life's not a game it's not about fame
There's always someone to blame for the
Blood and the tears as you live through the years
sowed)
She's buried where the red
Fruit grows (the red fruit grows)
Down by the bayou
Where the devil grow pepper
The chili flows red like blood
Down
I left Houston, Texas on a Gulf Coast Hurricane
I was blown down by tornadoes, washed up by the rain
Well, my pappy wasn't happy with me, he told me
ain't down with that
'Cause your waist is small and your curves are kickin'
And I'm thinkin' bout stickin'
To the beanpole dames in the magazines
You
(Bread)
Yeah you know where I'm headed (Head)
Straight to the top and on that
Bitch I'm ready (Red)
I ain't really got time for no one to hold me down
(Nah)
niggaz hit the cells
If the line is thick
So I drive the 500, through
The door of the bitch
Yo Red, wassup man?
Aye they ain't tryin'
To let you in
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