I<3RED Lyrics

Yeah

I love red

I love red

We leave em dead

We leave em dead

We leave em dead

Leave em dead

I'm finna' slide on the boy right now, don't want no smoke

And I go to keep that glock on me, you know I tote

If he want to talk down on the gang, right now, then we slice yo throat

Yeah we gon' leave that lil' boy red, yeah, we gon' wipe his nose

Cuz' he know it's suicide

Yeah, that boy stupid, he gon' die

In that lil' Phantom when I ride

She roll with me she catch a high

I cannot fuck, not nomo'

Yeah, count that bread, count pesos

Yeah, leave him dead, on that floor

Bitch I love red, thought you know

Yeah I cannot go, yeah, I had to run up the racks on that hoe

Lil' shawty too hotty, I pop and then go

Yeah bitch I'm too lit, pour the wock in the store

That lil' boy he too pussy, he won't drop the lo'

Yeah, the bitch love me

Yeah, but I love the green, like yeah

Yeah, bitch I score for the team, like yeah

Bitch I'm the man, fuck you mean, like yeah

Yeah, we tote them glocks and them F&N's

That nigga want war, then we spinning again

What's the fit, bitch, it's all black what I'm in

Yeah, bitch, real rockstar like I'm Ren

Bitch I love red

Bitch I love red

Yeah that bitch she so damn smart, she use her head

I took that bitch right to my bed, to my bed

Yeah, you not from round' these lil' parts, boy go on head

I popped Four pills forgot to mention

Fuck round', spent ten K with my dentist

Can't fuck with us little bitch we winning

I love that ass on all my women

Bitch we got them racks, no this ain't tennis

Might go to the A, and then go to Lenox

Fuck nigga just started, lil' bitch, I ain't finished

Might just break a few records, I feel like I'm Guinness

I'm finna' slide on the boy right now, don't want no smoke

And I go to keep that glock on me, you know I tote

If he want to talk down on the gang, right now, then we slice yo throat

Yeah we gon' leave that lil' boy red, yeah, we gon' wipe his nose

Cuz' he know it's suicide

Yeah, that boy stupid, he gon' die

In that lil' Phantom when I ride

She roll with me she catch a high

I cannot fuck, not nomo'

Yeah, count that bread, count pesos

Yeah, leave him dead, on that floor

Bitch I love red, thought you know