Lyrics:
by tall red roofs under bright blue skies
You can feel the wind blow as time files by
Through the trees and the rocks we’d roam
In a place that we call
Over there the wind blows rising dide-n-di
Over there the wind blows, rising tide my bride
Tekepa teda tears unknown, takeapa years gone by
Risin-dod n
orange on him (bang)
Shoot you now it's orange on ya (red on ya, dududuh)
Ayy, ayy, now it's dead on ya
Dead mans in my pocket, ayy, and I spend 'em
white Cucinelli
With that Louis V MR man
This that black and red with the headlights
Bugatti Chiron man
This that damn nigga, where you from nigga
How you
Counting up, smoking, one cuff
Live as a red Jag', a Louis bag, grabbing a blunt, fuck it
Steam about a hundred and one L's
Kites off the jails, buying
me, she got some more for me
Let me take off this red and get blew on (mmmm)
Oh lord, oh lord (yeah)
She said I got a head she can blow off (Ooh)
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Might go crazy on the beat go psycho
I know all about the beef like bystro bistro
All about the green like Geico pipes blow
Smoke in
Ay yo KEEF Why dis shit Always BANGIN
Tell 'em to call me the Don
We just here, there and gone
Shawty got all red boutins
And I'm like
And I'm like
happens you know… yeah
Just being cation, feelingyou know I was nice and… yeah
I didn't know the red flags so I will telling the story what happen
I see
Nina gots skrill so the bitches wanna know me
Wrists don't chill lookin' betta than your rollie
Bollywood bitch want the Louis and the Chloe
And thats
I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'
Doing my two step Red strings on my louis
I don't know how to dance so don't step on my louis
Bitches on the dance floor bouncin' like
bro
I just wanna make it out, let Satan take my fuckin' soul
Pop out wit' the team
Red dot beam, on my stick
Ready to blow
The fuck do you mean, that
think something in the water
Sky blood red, trees burn by the dozen
Niggas came in here without coughing
Switch niggas tryna recreate the Big Bang
Why
this shit a game, I'm a pull up on you blasting
Call my brotha Deezy need them thangs for the low
I'm gon blow, by the O, got ya hoe we blowing dro
I'ma
all up on my dick
She gon' blow me like champagne
She got cherry red gloss on her lips
Yeah, she's from Spain
Yeah, she got them salsa hips
And love's
ain't your ho no more
Send the blitz, them killers come with that switch 'til they can't blow no more
Brrt, blow it, yeah
Lately, I been like, "Fuck
on heels
Turned up for the night
Fenty make up and red lipstick
Baddie Patrol
I got some money to blow
She walk that runway for sure
She got that fire that
down homie can you feel it?
Blazin by the 0 hands down with the realist
Eyes very low but i'm wide wake
Blood shot red eyes that's my give and take
Spend that shit so fast I'm about to blow
And I'm smoking gas blow it by the O
I was broke now got Fendi on my clothes
I ain't worried about a hoe
expensive clothes
The Loui frames I'm dominating the game
My life above average my nigga
Extravagant extravagant extravagant extravagant
Ya Digg
I'm
meat with a ottoman up under my sneaks winter time Louis Vuitton fleece tonight’s deserts red velvet cake peach cobbler with a nice glaze I want both
a freebie
Leavin a nigga body floatin with
A mouth full of seaweed
What's in my Louis backpack, that’s ET
Snitches give me the heebeegeebees
I hope they’ll
(Empty)
So don't tempt me
(Tempt me)
That red dot on the glock will blow ya memory
(Whaa)
You got money we got money who cares
Now where you guyz at I
And they lived in an alley under the red sky
There was an old man and he lived in the moon
One summer's day he came passing by
There was an old man and he
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