Lyrics:
Coming from the bottom, trying to make it to the top
Yeah
I got three hundred and thirty-seven ways to get paid, and that's how we do it all day
I
to say together
You know you know
Leave it behind it's now or never
You know you know
I got thirty-seven truths for you babe
But just one lie
Like
Red light, stop sign, go
Green light, go
Yellow, go
Always, go
I can't stop going to the forward direction (I can't stop, can't stop, can't stop)
My
Uh you know, ah
Ha let's go
Patent leather 6 inch, high heel
Ostrich, platform mary Jane, thirty-seven
Red flame (Yes girls, pump it)
Now walk, now
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
Me an' Earl was haulin' chickens on a flatbed out of Wiggins, and we'd spent all night on the uphill side of thirty-seven
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
Me an' Earl was haulin' chickens on a flatbed out of Wiggins, and we'd spent all night on the uphill side of thirty-seven
Arthur and his trusty servant Patsy "ride"
Into a field where peasants are
Working they come up behind a cart which
Is being dragged by
Your eyes scream the end is creeping in
I'll need thirty-seven stitches to keep the pain in
I know you are the only one
On the darkest side of the sun
she ask for
I go off on in Mack mode
Red bone, cute face, 5'5
Ass clappin' in the air, call it high five
Shoot first die last, we abide by
I gotta
talkin' on the cellphone
Judge gave my nigga thirty-five, he
Was in his twenties, that's a red road
I ain't fuckin' with you rat niggas
I ain't think about
The sunrise and smog
As his fingers traced the distance
Between home and this block
It said it's thirty-seven minutes if
He opted to walk
Until the red pin once
home by nine
His days are gone along with his red wine
Daddy never got to say goodbye
For he ran at thirty-seven to the other side
I want to be (I want
hour of rec
My transfer still 'round, Grant Parish ain't designated me yet
Givin' gang raw uncut for free, pay me by takin' heat
I experienced what I
our countries icon of oppression
Thirty-seven more stars and they still go unquestioned
This the dirty, dirty folk I thought you Knew Like I do
You see;
the hood with the B's, it's a real hive
Me and bro don't got no handshake, we slap five
Hit this bitch for thirty-seven minutes, got my back tired
see a man's blood on my Clarks
(Baow) make the ting come in two by two like
When the animals all stepped in the Ark
(Haha)
Double 8's tryna do Formula
that crimson sin intensity!
I'm haunted by the mystery of red, red, red!
Red! red knocks 'em dead!
Some like it hot-tah!
I like it red!
Red's my
out bed
Dated 1882 and this is what it said
This town has seven blacksmiths, twenty-five saloons
Thirty-seven churches, and two-hundred hotel rooms
(Brr)
At the red light, red light, red light
Let go
At the red light (Woo)
A-At the red light, get hit by a dyke (Ahh)
At the red light (O oh)
Both of my
as laughter, red slaughter
Eaten by carrion, Sharon Bateman, fate, and Al's hair,
Red sardonyx, red fingernails, lil' Red Ridin' Hood, MATADOR,
Crucifix, red is
three years
Since I, I've seen your face
Twenty-two, thirty-seven, roundabout, hike
You're my football star, my runaway guy
And I, I need you,
I need you,
as laughter, red slaughter
eaten by carrion, Sharon Bateman, fate, and Al's hair,
red sardonyx, red fingernails, lil' Red Ridin' Hood, MATADOR,
crucifix, red is
When my baby's walking down the street
I see red, I see red, I see red
How could someone wicked walk round free
I see red, I see red, I see red
I
When my baby's walking down the street
I see red, I see red, I see red
How could someone wicked walk round free
I see red, I see red, I see red
I
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