Lyrics:
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
unstoppable set into motion
Nothing is different, but everything's changed
Found a room in the heart of the city, down by the bridge
Hot plate and TV
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
the way he known as Red
Tucked his brotha in the bed then tucked granny jewelry
Told his brother Red ima be back by like 2 or 3
Red told Donny ok cool just
Spins on my wrist but it gets buss down
New chain in my fridge bet it cost one thou
Nigga ain't got drip lil boy sit down
I'm the king of this shit and my
Let me wander north to the homestead,
Way out further on there to roam,
By a gully in flood, let me linger,
When the summery sunshine has flown.
of the rings
Add that shit up that 2 lines by a 3
But I bet i be loaded like glocks on a sting
Only pour red i do not do the green
Only want bread i do
lil' niggas
A bunch of red young tenders, dark skin queens, Puerto Rican princess's
Scratch my hand my palms itching, hit the dope start twitching
learning
It keeps your mind fresh
So fresh
Oh shit people hear me out
Hear me out when it's summer time
Hear me out when my fridge is full
Hear me out nigga
bi-weekly festivity
Cracked tiles bear the weight of timeless feet
Fingers dyed red, and not due to beets
The microwave was buzzing with a bat that flew
the game where you guess if inventions were made by Black.
We are here with our guest Ms. K. cre you ready to play
I am ready, as the kids say.. No Cap
Ok,
and filling up the fridge
Got sumtn good in every cabinet
Name brand on all my children
In my shoe box
Left over gwaup from the rent
Wrapped with rubber bands
I
the fridge
Red sun sinkin' out low on the ridge
Games on the tube and daddy smokes cigarettes
Whiskey keeps his whistle wet
Funny the things you thought you'd
the fridge
Red sun sinking out low on the ridge
Games on the tube and daddy smoked cigarettes
Whiskey keeps his whistle wet
Funny the things you thought you'd
the backseat sippin' red, uh
Bitch, I'm from Atlanta where these hoes ride the dick like peg, yeah
Condo like the pharmacy, I got codeine in my fridge, pour up
Because my story untold
Got to get it
While I'm getting
Live alone
But the bills paid
Fridge full
Just as long as
I'm getting along
I'm gettn good
And I'm
evaluate your life
Maybe we would be alright, and you would still be by my side
Fridges are for bodies, and mines covered in your name
Or maybe you
Jak cię widzę krzyczę
Na nic już nie liczę
Jak o tym myślę gniję
Ej, red flag, red flag, red flag, red flag, red flag, red flag, red flag
Red flag,
can't stop us
Tha ghetto got me stressing, I'm getting tired of tha same ol' grind
Got me praying for a blessing, I'm tired of watching everyday go by
Tha
you dig, your bitch is an option
Put that watch in the fridge 'cause it's drippin', gettin' sloppy
When it's too much traffic gotta get a helicopter
the jumpshot
Swish, nigga! We used to play Sega
Now it's Glock 40, with the red lasers
Niggas want to kill us
But they can't fade us
Play them corners, we
the fridge
Red sun sinkin' out low on the ridge
Games on the tube and daddy smokes cigarettes
Whiskey keeps his whistle wet
Funny the things you thought you'd
should be full of strangeness
Like a rich painting
But it gets worse day by day
I'm a potential DJ
A creeping wreck
A mental wretch
Everybody asks me
Pour it on up
Who That Is Making That Noise, Noise, Noise Them Sippi Boyz
Red Promethazine
Red Promethazine
Red Pro
Red Pro
Red Promethazine
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