Lyrics:
the angelic mortal colored red
Oh the reverie!
The days of old cast away
By the shadow on that day
Anno domino the age now ends
For if they had sight to see
Motherfuckers, blow your horns
Then smash sumthin, crash sumthin
Yo, yo yo, from hunger, to hungry, to hungriest
Pack two cannons by the pancreas
Your whole
kein Louis (kein Louis)
Kung Fu, ich red' nich' mit den Cops, pfui
Alle rufen und wir liefern Chop Suey (Chop Suey)
Stell' die Szene auf den Kopf,
not a runner
Blow hundreds no under
(Aye)
(Go head)
Ride me like a rover
(Red and blue)
Lights pull me over
I ain’t capping s*** for exposure
Spending
and the endo sack, make me slack?
Cock tailed or V'd up, gettin' swiss cheesed up
Please don't blow my high
(blow my high)
When I'm sippin' that purple
clothes
The industry are my foes
They treat me like I got a red nose, red nose, red nose
They put me down
And treat me like I got a red nose, red nose, red
spazzed out, G-String divas
Leave you assed out, passed out, it's cold
Pack your heat up, blow your back out
You bad mouth, make 'em all believers
finna blow to the top I'm got patience
Red pill blue pill feels like the matrix
Bitch I'm going pro you adjusting to the basics
Always been a goat I just
a red flag
Also mama said she'll be there by 7:45 probably 7:55 but whatever (Yessir bloc)
That's a red flag
Big ugly bitch make sure you listen to every
underwater like a fish
I could use that right now
I would blow a bag right now
Running, running, running 'round town
Imma need that right now, listen
I got red
Motherfuckers, blow your horns
Then smash sumthin, crash sumthin
Yo, yo yo, from hunger, to hungry, to hungriest
Pack two cannons by the pancreas
Your whole
the season to be jolly, kill the vibe then it's a vote
Don't you make me say it Too Short when the whistle blow
Santa hat and stalkings then I'm with her by
u*, blow your back out
You bad mouth, make 'em all believers
Throwing rocks from a glass house, y'all ain't perfect either
See that c***** and that
(cash out and I blow it)
Kiss on yo body got you drippin'
Bugging cus I put you in yo feelings
I like balenciagas on my feet when we kick it
Red
These niggas sassy like they mammas
Niggas Prima donnas, pussy
I'm so icy like I'm Gucci dripping down pucci
I keep that fn in my Louis case a nigga lose
was alone,
Ain't nobody give a fuck bout me
So when I blow up
Don't you dare
Try and fuck with me
Boy
Naturally I'm a pacifist by choice
Actuality is
the first nigga that's catching a case
I stalk through the hood, get a QP, I'm so G
You can not do me, I'm a certified gangsta
And I'm sponsored by Louis
should know
You can never get a blow in Toyland
After everyone was done
And they'd had a lot of fun
Noddy's hat was red but
his dad was sucking
gotta let em go
Pickin and chosen any miny mo
Red light no we gotta go
Got the keys keep it on the low
Lil tecca know I'm bout to blow
Smoking the gas
The loves gon grow
A nigga gon blow
Yah the love’s gon grow
Amma make you mine
By the time you know
Baby your the one your love is true
Without it am through
rocks
roar fire storm
do finishing blow
blow to their puncture
at something red
with swimming goggles
plant here one more flower
show me one more
like lightning
Guns blazing, barely grazing
By our faces
Our faces
Blow
B-Blow Blow B-Blow
Blow
B-Blow Blow
Blow
B-Blow Blow B-Blow
Blow
B-Blow Blow
Decked out in blue, white, and red
And iron maidens will slam
And by the half light of burning republics
Joe Stalin looks just like Uncle Sam
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
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