Lyrics:
the red in the red
Pockets in the red in the red in the red
Profits in the red
The day started off right now it's turning left
Somebody stop the bleeding
permits
We own the city, on the phone with Diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red bone pretty, when she get aroused
like to suck her own titty; put it in the video
the twenty-fifth day of December
It was the last month of the year
Born by the Virgin Mary
In the last month of the year
He was born by the Virgin Mary
In
misty, my life's predicted by a gypsy
I'll one day walk into shots, drunk off champagne from Sicily
This be the drama, I'ma pause like a comma in
to play through all the day cause
I'ma stay planted like a red oak tree on Arbor Day
And arbitrary authority's in the man who's recording this
So there is
moving
Have to walk on by and keep it moving
I reminisce all my dark days whenever I phase and kept a blaze
Y'all mental slave renegades, wasn't
police succeed by word of mouth
I'm tripping on through the times
I see a piece
It's time for fifth to pound
Always been the one to roll a couple just
and Sehwan, the red robed God-intoxicated Qalandar, The lord in every breath of mine, glory unto to you)
Jholi khaali aaya sawaali yaar dewaane, berutwane
(All
riding to the sea
You are the fifth horseman, life is but a dream oh
Even broken clocks are right two times a day
So there's got to be a solution for
of red paint on my head
Splashed me with red all over
A great big bull was passin' by, caught eye of me
And came chargin' at me full steam ahead
Gore'd me
You see work gettin bought, and work gettin sold
If you real you can roll, but if you fake you might fold
Now a days its a struggle to survive
Some
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
I've got a, cigarette on my night stand
And ima smoke my, pain away with my right hand
And ima hold a, fifth of vodka with my one night stand
da fifth, Me can't spit Shit I'm guilty
Tell 'em how it goes, wipe me down, no time for hoes
Style filfty, wit da glo, illest nigg fa sure
Hit me in
some dust,
And hack up a boulder
(hack!)
Hack up a boulder
(hack! hack!)
Hack up a boulder
(hack! hack! hack!)
Hack up a boulder
Now, one day
Priceless like emeralds, check out the ski mask
King Tut's nephew gave it to me for three bags
Of heron, Don Baron, sniff a bag of blow
Fifth out,
of Christmas Black Santa gave to me
Four Fender Strats
Three PS4's
Two Doobie Doos
And a copy of Red Dead Redemption 2
On the fifth day of Christmas Black Santa
I'm workin' every day to
Keep my hands tight
I hear em talkin' to me tryin'
To keep my head right red light
Hit the brakes before I hit
The Return of the Jedi, bitch I bet I do the show and catch a red eye
Ho I said I leave 'em dead, I know I do
This shit is,
Overdue, pass me the fifth and I'm
You need a fifth and 2 clips to try and check me
12 in the afternoon we can start the clappin
Look homie I'm down for that day-time action
Keep
castle in a hot tub
We locked in a pine casket, it's botched up
Like plastic surgery, classic perjury
The way they can plead the fifth to the 13th
coming, brother crying grab my mother by the arm
We start to run as I wonder why it's a
Blood red moon that we all to see
It's a blood red moon that's
of my fifth
You rappers chasing popularity by any means, doing silly things
Buying too many size twenty skinny jeans
The west treat me like I'm really
wild enough to suck a baby's dick
Cadillacs is gettin' whipped a hundred eighty fifth
Just for that sizzle, gore-tex in case of drizzle
I said it
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