Lyrics:
dozen machetes bought from flea markets silently run by the fruiterers, silently run by the butchers, silently run by farmers, silently run by the blue
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
I'ma get my quarterback backpack got a Mac
Hardaway throwback, pinstripe, all black
Iraq, I attack, everyday, come back
Tony Parker, Rondo, two nines,
I'm sitting on this barstool
In a joint called Tampa Red's
I got a Rolling Rock and a whisky neat
I'm here all alone while you're at home
With another
Desde Mayaguez a Tampa, me oiste Cabron
On that chico shit
On that Flawda shit
Latin nigga, ima different kinda king tho
From the island, Flawda
and I'm feeling brand new
I'm guy that's known to make a cervix black and blue
Imma break the walls down, vintage Y2J
About to change the timeline and make
Thinking bout all this shit that I do for you
Gotta be your one
Can't be your number two
Roses they stay red and dead prezzies blue
Yeah dead
Making money onna road
Stackin up
Every destination
So much blue bands
They can't fold
But my eyes red
I been blazing
I can't lose
Blue eyes white
I'm sprintin
Feeling blue
But red is what I'm reppin
Don't you see
We just surrounded by giants
Don't call yourself a fuckin g
If you scared they will
since '92
Look at all the bullshit l been through
Sure caught beef with you know who
Fuck a few female stars or two
Then a blue light niggas knew like
Got that dough like cannolis
Rolling up like roly poly
Cause I got that wood like Mick Foley
She was moving weird like a zombie
She off the red pill
shit
This that category 5, this that quake, bitch
See I'm so funked out, like out of here
Like blue lights in the basement
And it's a red state, in
can’t compete
Sky blue posted on concrete
Lookin’ heavenly
Yay’s on my face
We been rockin’ since da 12th grade
Made by the elephant print of roll tide
Red, white, and blue
I wear this flag upon my sleeve because of you
Not much more that you could take
In a truck bed by the lake
So this picture
corn, hashtag don't ride
And if it weren't done by the mandem
It probably got done by the SinSquad side
Blue light, red light
I told broski "Spin this
talking, bitch trust me I'm immune
I got 1 duffle full of millions
I got 2 bad bitches look like villains
Count to 3 don't care about your opinion
4 pills my
Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don?
Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you've been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons
Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don?
Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you've been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons
And my
two-door belong in an expo
It's red like a new jar of RAGÚ
I'm sittin' on a plane, but not by you
My window seat, Erykah Badu
You know I can't tell
Waitin for the Alabama sun to go down
Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town
Me and Lillian
Just across the line and a little southeast of Meridian.
She
played
Waitin' for the Alabama sun to go down
Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town
Me and Lillian
Just across the line and a little southeast
Waitin for the Alabama sun to go down
Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town
Me and Lillian
Just across the line and a little southeast of Meridian.
She
get to the west throw some backwood ash in the lake
My marathon runs forever red xhucks got a blue lace
Some niggas gon try to test me Im just waiting
than the most of us
You be a cure when I feel my heart
I-I, I-I
When I do you under red lights It kills the blues away
With your nails and garter belt
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