Lyrics:
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I done fucked your bitch a hundred times
What the fuck your bitch got on her mind?
My fucking dick
I call her dickhead
Spicy like a Big Red
ni etee
Ni esa eba ekoon
It's a new me
Yeah
I go crush red light wey the koti want try stop me
Over-speeding , hold up
Catch me for the bus stop
No be
get it
Sick perverts dressed in red
We won't rest until your "sport" is dead
Sick bastards dressed in red
We won't rest until your sort is dead
Alright parents go head tuck the kids in, PG time is over
This goes out to all the macks in the industry
Huh, alright roll the tape
(Yo, rest day
the lies
Wh-while they burn up in disguise
I didn't wanna live my life like this
I'm purely terrified by this
But one successful life decision
Could of made
The baby's on the way
A good man but he liking Men
With guts full of henny ox Molly and vicadin
He didnt mean to bust
Regret it faster than Lightening
Put
the picture
You ain't even sip the rest
Apologies ahead of time
I'm slitting necks two at a time
You wanna talk about the times? Another loss, another line
Tired of all the bullshit surrounding me
In a dark chamber, I'm stuck in here
All by myself yeah no one here
Want to just die inside of here
But I
Versace medusa my belt
I play the cards that I'm dealt
Surrounded by water like Phelps
By myself I don't need no-one's help
Bring them packs to your
My eyes are red
Demon red, bloody red like Kurapika
I'm a slime until death
I don't move with the rest
I feel like life's a test
So I'm always at my
My eyes are red
Demon red, bloody red like Kurapika
I'm a slime until death
I don't move with the rest
I feel like life's a test
So I'm always at my
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
Yeah, Time to get that profit all in,
Won't rest till all my nigga's rocket ballin',
I don't even think I stopped this morning,
I'm that nigga
passing by the block
I created that gang, forever I bang, nigga I'll never stop
I stay in my lane, I'm never gon' change, nigga play and he get popped
I
Passing Joes on the left
Little mamas holding court there
She needs to stop and genuflect
She got a dusty old pocket
She got Molly by the hand
But she
It was an Act Of God
Yeah I said he saved my life
Going 95 down fourteen
We ain’t stop at no red light
We coming for Your head
Bet and now we on Your
path cuz I will blast anybody that,
Attempts to stop me, Attempts to block me,
Attempts to rob me, Attempts to copy,
And I can not be tempted by
I'm wondering where the day went
The clouds have me shrouded in grey but
I'm still out pounding the pavement, word
Drowning the hurt by pounding
y'all know the business
It's B-Slime or G5, blatt
Rest in peace Tamara and Miss Gladys, boy
Oh (Rich Gang), ayy
Oh (rich girl)
(Ayy) Givenchy my
can't loose my head
Can't feel my body that Xan and that Molly
Shroom and the x henny and Jenny
Addie's and I ain't say lean
All of the the shit that I
black
I am greatness
Gotta be more than just the Greatest tryna make it
Swear I'm gon make it to the top
It ain't gon ever stop
Ain't gon stop until my
the commas, you just see the periods
And your shit gon' come right to
An end and we just started
We get on a half a gram of Molly
Get retarded
Me and all my
to the safe I need all of that
Call when I want bae come give me some dome
I need that when I get in my zone
Now get out I need to be alone
See you later stop
your sweet red lips on mine
Pull each other close, push back the clock
Girl once we start we ain't gonna stop all night
Making up for lost time
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