Lyrics:
the private trackers
Upload the utmost P2P cutthroats
Uh oh, we didn't allocate enough floats
Have an upboat!
This isn't a crash by fast learners
This is
by his self or with a group too
Who? Fight back oh it like that [?]
Where my knife at, shawty I be right back.
[Hook:]
Fresh out the box I'm a mash
never here whenever I loose
I thought they’d always have my back
Support is something that they lack
Red nose big clothes, you looking kinda dumb
See
yuh know mi have no stress
Beat up the beat with that life or death
Oh yes test test yes yes fight the ref with my last breath
And my last breath no no
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
I used to have a lot of bitches
Straight down for me
Doin' anything I said, even hoe on the street
But I'm a dog and I dog my broads
Guerrilla
cans (bans) up
shorty in the corner, i told her a#$ to stand up
momma told me do my homework and pull my pants up
white boy with a red face, flexin for
Erfan-Her Leave
Album : H
His eyes were all on her
He wished if it occurred
She broke his heart in sure
He couldn’t breathe no more
Have you
bitch, I can never ever underdo it
P90, take the muzzle off
It sound like thunder booming
Ski mask rocker
I ain't never been a robber though
I just pull it
Yeah, aye
Lvvrrs... ha!
(Yondo Beats)
Look...
Can't have trust in you niggas, I'm cynical
Leave you laid out, red swimming pools, you not okay now
lyrical man you can't hold me back
From the red, the white, and also the black
Island, which is my land, my place of birth
You can tell by the tongue
heat
Word on the street Soulo done done it again
Look at me
I used to match a dub sack with my friends
Now we smokin' by the O
Like the letters P and N
on business
My briefcase full of big face Benjie's
We flyin' by you on the freeway
We spendin', we spendin'
Like all this money burning my pocket
what?
Its a cash explosion, it's rainin' dollars
We made it to stardom, the new album
The 50-50 joint ventures
It only gets better & better
Might treat
y'all like a nice red mouthpiece to fit over that grill?
I'm not Roddy Ricch, so please excuse me for being antisocial
PC culture got me on the witness
"Blacks are too fuckin broke to be republicans"
In this land I can't stand or sit
and not get shit thrown up in my face
A brotha never gets
I could have worn the Lugi but I left it in the house
Now, my niggas Duce and Wayne got gold plates with their names
With the skyline on it with
consider it cah I look like joker (Yah man)
I love the color red anytime I have sweet dreams it's there in the theater (Manchester)
R.I.P Granny R.I.P J Dean
Nigga GSO that’s the lil bros
I charge a fee if I’m fuckin with a new hoe
I’m on the red team but these faces blue tho
all my dawgs seeing red like it’s
man? you're out of your head
Sleepless nights, on an H.P. bed
A daddy by the time you're twenty-one
If your happy with a nappy then you're in for fun.
a man
When I met Ann, I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
To the kitchen whip it quick
Tony Montana
Red bandana on face
Whip it like chemists and shit
Pablo and Hector just got cross the border
Shellin 'em out by
captive and caged
Remaining passive in practiced restraint
Have to refrain from snapping
As they laugh in my face
Trying to reframe the shattered glass
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