Lyrics:
on the wall and
All you got is plaque on your teeth
If you and me happen to beef
I'll catch you at the red light
The shotgun, shotgun in the passenger seat
You
suffer
You so humble out in public
Computer make you tougher
I got Rosé by the bottle
Bitches by the car-load 6 or 7 new ones
I'm switching up the tomorrow
Comatose from the micro dose Mixed with edibles
The psychedelic tablet's a Duplication
Am I trapped in the matrix Hallucination
My euphemism on the red
breasts
Then slowly, slowly pull off your jeans inch by inch
Then I’ll lick your belly in circles further and further down
And then pull your panties off
that's what you get for talkin' shit
Trick I drop you in the splunder
Cut you up like Jerry Springer biatch
Come, come who the fuck
They want some
Niggas
best trade unions
I could find, I paid my wages, a, dues six months in advance
I waded forty eight miles of swamps and six big rivers
Walked across two
I got a red nose, red nose, red nose
Don't make me clown and have to go put on my red nose
[Verse 3]
I'm comin in, Drivin my short bus
With it's
Uhh! Women's march stomp on their sons
Split on their fathers shoes and walk off
Without a thought of what it's like to walk in one
Their Tik Tok rings
come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god)
Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why
she’ll then glean some semblance of control.
darling, it’s with a heavy heart i write
searching for answers in surfacing letters
which float like cadavers
Want me to come to her room
It's a big difference between me and you
Imma win in everything that I do
You can just tell by the way that I move
Fresh
...
Too many women too many women...
When I see the mess that I'm drowning in
I know why I'm here, after where I've been
If the truth be told
then red, white and blue
[Chorus]
Ridin' in the street you can feel the city heat
A little bit of grass and a whole lot of concrete
Creepin', I
Hide'n in plain sight
Red Commie Fever
Red Commie Fever
Ideas and schemes
A whirlwind mind
Divide'n each other
So helplessly blind
Stand back and stand by
I’d be the type to be hooked by a flirt (flirt)
Now, I got hurt, shot down, crying in the dirt (dirt)
My heart in my hands, it’s leading me astray
But
We were barrelling' down old 17
When a man with a blinking red light was on our tail
He said, "You were doin' 60 in a 45
But I'm gonna let you go
Troy Davis
Beware, Clive Davis swarming to your art form
Cause there's a party goin' on
Hotel, motel, I'm goin' in
Don't care what they spent
Can't
of the machine gun in my
Hands"
"the feeling of, of the machine gun I
N my hands" (here we go, 30
Rounds"
"the women had been ignored"
"I like the,
rocked a vicious rhyme
Like I never did before
She said "damn fly guy I'm in love with you"
The Casanova legend must have been true
I said by the way baby
myself for women’s right
Being so fresh in the game
A young flesh growing up what what
No one taught you
How to be a man until you get stuck
In the hood
10 times on you niggas, I stunt (Yo)
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 times on you niggas, I stunt (2 Chainz, yeah)
Red bottom, 'bout the mismatch
are you ticklish?
Eat my like a liquorice, or better yet your favorite dish
You think I'm home by myself, hater remember this
I got five sexy women
make me see
Off in the club fucked up
And I got all of my bucks up
Twenty women at the bar right next to me
Every one of them just lucked up
yeah!
[Chorus: Jayo] (2x)
Y'all better tell, 'cause I hurt that nigga
I'll make six men carry and dirt that nigga
Put some bitches all in to work
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