Lyrics:
Ride his face like a merry go round
Moan in his ear he loves my sound
Press me bitch i'll get my hounds
Dick was 'Euro' measured by pounds
Fuck with
clothes I tore
He lays face down, on the floor
He screams like a fucking whore
I got drugs in my bag (poppers, ahh)
Not fucking men is such a drag
They
remember you
You not cursing me and I'm not cursing you
Yeah you in my brain I'm rehearsing you
I go insane do the worst for you
I cover my face and do some
faces has been torn by me
让我看看谁在 体会痛的滋味
ràng wǒ kàn kàn shuí zài tǐ huì tòng de zī wèi /
Let me see who is experiencing pain)
我还站在这个位置谁都无法击溃
(wǒ hái zhàn
and we’re ready to go
Slap your sunglasses to your face, it’s all you know
Smear your red lips on, it’s all for show
Shut your mouth and we’re ready to roll
the missing piece to the puzzle nigga jigsaw
Put a target on his face it's red just like jigsaw
He think he hot dog ain't even in the ball park
You can tell
INEVITABLE HERE
I do too have my share of bad days
I make it all up by seeing your face
You're so beautiful that I can't believe my sight
I want you
Nigga ik how to fight one click from the gun take yur life nigga still taking shit he gon die by the knife like yea he dying tonight
Keep on talking
Can't wait to punch my man in his face
Thrust my car key up in his nostrils
Then hop in the four-door whip with no trace
How the fuck did I clean
say "ok" all the time baby that shit is annoying
I got this red headed bitch
And I fuck her in till the morning
Baby we can hop in the foreign what you
On my pops he gon face you
That boy my lil rockstar & Lil Red hitting behind the label
That ain't syrup I gave him Karo I'm the one knocking on yo door
cocked when we swerve by
Peacock, got yo nerves high
Feathers ruffled, no chips, potato
Suppressor got ya head red like tomato
Scramble brains make a bowl
is true for you to but you probably object
Overruled by the stress of Santa's egg laying bunnies and white Jesus yeah that's a threat
I'm guessing I'm
under red rocks
Never lack, never flinch, keep the pistols, and the stocks
Bitch, I'll never let it slip 'cause you'll end up off the docks
Glock by
you gotta shake em
I put my hands on my face like I'm sleepy, really on the inside I'm going crazy
I just walked in this bitch with some red eyes,
Get you it cheap by the dozen, got bread like a muffin
These hollows could fill you like stuffin
I'm makin' shit, gettin' lovely, nonstop driving back
And life drifts slowly by in the provinces
Peter Foster goes to Gloucester for his first school day
Bites his teacher, sees a preacher and is taught
ass, ho
Peter-rolled by Koopsta, Crunchy, Juice, Paul, Boo and Scarecrow
Ho, it's a whole lotta demons in my world today
Which means you run into
somethin'
Wine by the glass, your man a cheapskate, huh?
Niggas gotta move off my release day, huh?
Bitch, this is fame, not clout
I don't even know what
slangin Nigga
By any means you want to stop the team we pull the Trigga
?????
Red Red Go away!
cause a nigga want to play
Leave me here
????
The head is the best part
My head cut my woodcut
I saw you in the gallery
With your torso and family
A huge smiling central face
With eyes
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by, dressed in their summer clothes
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