Lyrics:
Yeah, roses are red, and I think you're cute
Your friends say you like me, so I'm going to shoot
Butterflies make me think I'm a puke, but that's just
Roses are red, Violets are blue
It's scaring me to death but I think I'm in love with you, in love with you
Roses are red, Violets are blue
It's like
A picker a king brown skinned or non schooled
We all have to abide by this same golden rule
And I'm mother nature I'm much bigger than you
Oh you're so tired
pour me another tequila, Sheila
I'm gonna put on your red satin dress
Now you put on my clothes and you go out and face the dealer
Sheila, I'll wish
That pussy A-list, red-bottom, baby
New Celine on you, you deserve a whole news crew and team on you
You and me is looking like the Eulogy
I'm 'bout
that G
Another Benz for mama
With the red tucked seats
So she could see how much
That she means
You know that I do this
By The way that I'm moving
Peep
tonight (let's go)
Skepta, I'm that guy
And I'm D-I-D-D-Y
Boy Better Know 'til I die
And you can't see me, I'm way too fly (uh-huh)
Chicks stop
I rather you trust me then love me
All my niggas young and unlucky
Gotta trust me then love me
Please don't call me by my first name bitch im hazzy
Washed in the blood of Your sacrifice
Your blood flowed red and made me white
My dirty rags are purified
I'm clean
I am clean
I'm clean
Oh You made
And I got birds flyin' south, boy
Yeah, I'm too "Brrr" to be a Hot Boy
I got them birds by the flock, boy
Yeah, I'm too cold to be a Hot Boy
I'm too
wanna come back
If she cannot break through
All of my walls
Hoe
Hook x2
Red rover
Red rover
I call your name over
I wanna see how hard you go
Is
And when I say memories are everything
I mean, it's important what you are remembered by
And trust me, I, you, we
Don't wanna be remembered as the lost
You and I in a little toy shop
Buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got
Set them free at the break of dawn
'Till one by one they were gone
"Spellbound"
With fly girlie's dipping, brothers gripping and sipping
Old Gold, Red Bull, hands on my dick and
I'm just lamping with my EK shades,
girls smart, skinny
Kinda pop tart, when I bite into them red
I'm a self-racist, you should tape this, ask Sarah, I'm the rapist
I'm a fascist, fuck
I'm playing dead but I'm dead on ya
You not a blood but you got red on ya
And I watch my surroundings
Like the Feds on me
I just got me some pints
Until the Ls turn to upside down Ls
I'm trying to spell it out
We can't win this a hole we can't shovel out, you can't shovel out
Gravel travels into sand
red like I'm rodman
You ain't happy with Jesus you sad man
Can never give up but I tried man till
God told me you one of my best men
Yes he told me
Showtime
Let's go
I'm ready, I'm ready
You ready?
Let's go
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 times on you niggas, I stunt
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8,
I'm on the way
Cause I still got
Things I wanna say to you
Red AMG, huh
Full off codeine
Know what I need
But, empty on sleep
Only nigga here not
a toast to the fool that let you slip through with no pass
All-access, you can jump in and test
When we through parlayin', you dig what I'm sayin'
You
a toast to the fool that let you slip through with no pass
All-access, you can jump in and test
When we through parlayin', you dig what I'm sayin'
You
D. Major baby
I've been scarred by your love, left my heart bleedin'
My soul posted in the shadows with some dark demons
I'm on the E-way in
Time flies by, we all grow old
Days, weeks, months, years even, I'm deep in
Some kinda shit
The wrong kinda shit
Uh-uh-oh
Even when the sunlight
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