Lyrics:
Red dot rose
And it's pointed at ya nose
Every rapper passing by
Imma just dethrone
Got a muzzle on my glock
And it's shaped like a cone
Sending
the body's guest,
Upon your impish arrant
Let none be guiled by false confession
Truth shall be your warrant
Fly soul for your body must die
But for those who
the body's guest,
Upon your impish arrant
Let none be guiled by false confession
Truth shall be your warrant
Fly soul for your body must die
But for those who
The big wheel keeps on turning
On a simple line day by day
The earth spins on its axis
One man struggle while another relaxes
There's a hole in
means
Your days are gone
Don’t cross red line Just via
My corpse you will got in my private zone
There you go, welcome hell Let’s play by my rules
You
I know just what to do
Meet me in the red room
You know it's quarter to 2
Yeah
And you running low on time
I know she ringing ya line
Fuck it just
the red eye?
Cross the Country racing red lights
Just to put your hand in mine?
Go the distance
Just to waste some time?
meet me halfway
At the finish line
heat? one deep, leave him behind, front seat
[redman] aiyyo, one [meth] two [red] three [meth] four
[red] five [meth] six [red] seven
Blaze the hot
go
That's how you make a statement that they should quote
I seen death around the corner
And I lived right by the corner store
I'm a Hot Boy, I'll
I'm falling for this guy
Somebody call the cops 'cause I'm (I'm)
Going flatline (line)
He caught me by surprise
I can't believe that I'm falling
Shawty gon’ bang my line
(Woah, woah, woah)
She wants that big body
That red leather
That latest season
By any means
do is lie part of my fight
That's some insight
I gonna get right
Red dot threw the scope looking like a bullseye
All on my line they paying fines
just like a Blazer
Bad bitch just hit my line, hoe call me later
Bitch, we players
Designer, drip by layers
Fuck once, no I won't date her
Get money, get
gon fly to the moon
Toolie always by my side case I gotta drill a fool, yea I got a couple screws been loose
Shorty hit my line trying to fuck tonight,
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
to the grade in the evening
They take the chill away fine.
Cut the telephone line and the story's the same.
There's a worn red chair by the window
That we found
realize
Lookin' at me devious, but shawty give me blurred lines
Red light, green light, putting up a tough fight
Pink hair, green eyes, shawty with
Yeah
I don't stop for nothing bitch I'm running red lights
I hit the ground running gunning for the finish line
And I creep while they sleep cuz I'm
from the start
Baby, whatcha think?
We got a half a bottle of sweet red wine
A five pack of beer and a hook on a line
Nah, we ain't got a dime but we
the night)
Beware of the devil's knight (Devil's knight devil's knight)
Dotted path of green lights
Strips of red strips of white
Swallowed by vanta black
I’m just faded off the gas
While I’m swerving through the lanes
Red & Blue by my side,
Could give a fuck this Purple stank
All these Ops got me
at base, bugs in the software
Flash the message, somethings out there
Floating in the summer sky
As ninety nine red balloons go by
Ninety nine red
Bitches by the 5's
Bitches by the 5's
Bitches by the 5's
Woah yea yea
Bitches by the 5's
Bitches by the 5's
Bitches by the 5's
Woah yea yea
Bitches
is what we've waited for, this is it boys, this is war
The president is on the line, 99 red balloons go by
99 knights of the air ride super high
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