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what you do is run, but Bonz might have a gun. Shit, you're being kicked by Richie Rich. Stunned and bleeding, you're looking sad, well you pressed your
Wake hard in the morning. See the young girl milking. Stream rushing by on a bed of stone. Old goats and sandstone cracking All containing
send any mail I lost my little cousin on his older brothers birthday Dunk driver gettin' chased by the police Ran through the red light I wish that was
Ughhh curley Fry on the beat Bitch! Haha, ayy, uh, uh ayy ayy Red light, let that bitch go at the red light Big bite bet that bitch bite like
satisfied with scraping by I wasn't satisfied with making do Everything's disfunctional Turned me to a raging bull Big man stress, I couldn't concentrate
Pink pussy Like Japan in the Spring Cherry Blossom Bouta Cup by your bubble butt Henny bottle Bout to full my Double cup Forgot your name But you
full Got my nose in the pie Turn red like a pitbull I take your advice and add A little twist to it And in this game you’ll lose your life Lil' nigga
hard and that jello is fridge jigglin And Chick Hearn left the building Before Ralph Tresvant was sensitive in all of his feelings You was prolly sleep
Every day I overthink Stressing all the times I've bee broke with no food in the fridge Broke and skinny like a twig you can't fix With a real gap
A wooly picket line Intestinal red wine Now it's hard not to suspect Your lying tell is bated breath I inhale for suspense You triggered my mammalian
Ab, just show me his picture Now you caught up in a mixer F3 a pick up probably pick a snooker This got me in the red zone I see it through your
tonight kind of looking A little chilly She packed all her things she took her heart Loaded it up in her little red car Up and left Headed west
It’s Cash Mani TMM shit TMM shit The Money Motivated niggas Cash My nigga I’m tired as shit Ain’t no food in my fridge finna go Hit a lick
ride This is how I roll Beat it like a snare while I'm hitting every hole Go parumpapumpum on a bubble booty bum Leave a red hand slap in a puddle of cum
convention Italian mobster shoots a lobster Seafood restaurant gets out of hand A car in the fridge, a fridge in the car Like cowboys do in TV land
The lunar landing of the dentist convention Italian mobster shoots a lobster Seafood restaurant gets out of hand A car in the fridge Or a fridge in
The lunar landing of the dentist convention Italian mobster shoots a lobster Seafood restaurant gets out of hand A car in the fridge Or a fridge in
The lunar landing of the dentist convention Italian mobster shoots a lobster Seafood restaurant gets out of hand A car in the fridge Or a fridge in
convention Italian mobster shoots a lobster Seafood restaurant gets out of hand A car in the fridge, a fridge in the car Like cowboys do in TV land
can feel your body shaking I, I will meet you where the waves are breaking Baby, it's a Red Flag Day Baby, let's get in the water Taken out by
your jewels You can keep the color TV, those soaps just make me sick All I'm asking you leave me, is my little red joystick My red joystick, my red
And red... Red is the colour of blood And red is the colour of pain Red is the colour of my bag And red is the colour of my fridge
Green means go, yellow means slow Red means stop, now drop, now roll Girl, you got a ass stopping traffic like a red Stopping traffic like a red
the kid Every day I do it big Designer on me in the crib Money in the fridge We be eaten by sreak and ribs OG gas nothing mid Get it how you live
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