RED. Lyrics

The mandem told me your nigga's pussy you're single to me

Nobody wrote these jingles for me

Bad bitch I got her singing for me

Hold my bojangles in the cheeks

Hoe nigga get strangled for the cheese

Hot sauce got mangoes with the Reap'

Make sure the gun stay close when I sleep

I ain't never been to the club but when I go nigga I ain't showing ID

Come in the party with dope nigga you already know nigga you can't smoke my weed

Niggas tryna beef 'bout hoes just like my coach that bitch was loving my D

Put dick in her throat and then go ghost she calling me while he sleep

Like Grrah

Catch me a Keat and I'm booming all over the whip

I can't leave my ex alone that bitch be drooling all over the dick

Broke nigga blowing up my phone cause he can't take control of his bitch

Like Grrah

Seven hundred and sixty-two's shaking his shoulders and shit

Dunk on that bitch like Anthony Edwards putting you niggas on posters and shit

She saying we should get closer and shit

I told her she could get close to his dick

Don't ask me for a feat and not drop that shit cause I went harder than you

Boy you dumb as fuck you ain't notice these three black cars was following you?

Bitch got you lined up I was sitting right there while the bitch was calling you

Bitch got you lined up I was following you while you took that bitch to your house

Creep in that bitch like a mouse

Catch you lacking while you kissing that bitch on the couch

Nigga just get what I need give me the G's I could be in and I'm out

But if you wanna tweak your dome hold three then we burn this bitch to the ground

No fucking around .seven hundred and sixty-two's in the clip pull up booming

That stick you gon hear this bitch from the next town

Give me some room in this bitch better move in this bitch

You too close brodie laying him down

All on computers like he was a shooter in person he say he just playing around

You ain't no OG nigga you a bum ass nigga that don't take care of his child

In Minnesota niggas sliding on ice with sticks like we play for the Wild

Catch him it's over he died right there no time to be talking it out

In Minnesota these wack ass rappers be thinking they making it out

August she'll post ya, September your bitch her friend was at my house

I'm never sober I'm smoking on Thraxx and Lex it mellow me out

She coming over I give her the dick for an hour then kicking her out

Huh, She coming over get dick for an hour ain't getting no m'

Your girlfriend miss me and I know it she'll be single for me

And when you sleep she'll hit my phone and she'll come eat up the D

He try to run boy where you going you not quick on your feet

We let it dump till brody keep throwing aiming them shots at his bean

We let it dump don't stop keep going niggas ain't playing no D

I'm trying to rump don't stop keep going bitch ain't no playing with me

After I fuck just start getting going can't hear what you saying to me

After I fuck just start getting going lil bitch ain't no laying with me

Grrah

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