Lyrics:
(Buddy Brock/Zack Turner)
I was driving through Georgia in late July
On a day hot enough to make the Devil sigh
I saw a homemade sign written in
to freestyle with, I ate y'all on the corner
Call the coroner, niggas dead out here
Hangin' onto life by a thread out here
Them niggas wearin' all that red
Sitting sad on my bad
Blood in running into my head
My mind was dead
my hand was red
But i forget
And go ahead
For me some people dead
'Coz
Smoking on that loud
First thing I do
When I wake
Choking off the grabba
Puffin
Sumn Like a train
Highest of the strain
In mi brain
Eyes turn red
me
Yeah but you’re not getting it right
But it’s cool
Too cool for cat
A little bit of this and a little bit of that
Had a red hot maybe
the symphony
[erick sermon]
Yo p!
Time to rock, the sound i got, it reigns hot
Makin necks snap back, like a slingshot
E hustle, and muscle my way in
Down for the block like Shaq O'Neal
Me and my niggas hittin corners in the batmobile
My block so hot so keep you enough shots
You slip and you fall
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
feel
Knocks me back on my heels
Playin' my heart like a pedal steel
Her kiss is red hot like Bakersfield
Hypnotized by that western feel
She'll
covered in too much.
Drinking a cup of punch, tropical.
Every last Thursday of the month.
Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha morning.
When I
driven when I'm one in the hole
I'm at my best
Feeling like I'm Tiger
In my red shirt
No time for stressing
When I'm under pressure
Get tha bread first
you?, Man I know you wont change
Cause the place you grew up is where you ruined your name
Time may pass by but youll still be the same
Hot headed mf now
to the O, to the N, E, why
Do you act so jealous when I'm passing by
I'm an old sport with a polo on
I hope when I snort that it don't go wrong
Ladidadi, I
fucking the breezy, bobbing or weaving
And I promise baby mama by the morning you leaving
You see, everything I do hot, so you can call him Percy
Full
Everyday Wonna fans spoil
Chaley we be hot
Rockbuns Wey dey top by chart
Waguan we know not patois like that
We high dread but we no be Rasta like that
All
Bad bitches everywhere, dripped down in Cartier
She bought it on her own
She pinky swear
Icy hot icy hot lemme see what you got
Put it on me, its so
Riding in the city in a hot box
Cash app it to my girl imma put it in your mail box
Got tired of them feens so I had to stop selling rocks
Park
Simi yo
Twice style bring it foul to ya life style
Floss in my neck of (Yo!) da woods (Yo!) I put your lights out (Yo!)
I throw my grees high,
Red
the red has a crane by his bed
To wrench himself up in the morn'
But if you dare to tread at the foot of his bed
You'll wish you'd never been born
the red has a crane by his bed
To wrench himself up in the morn'
But if you dare to tread at the foot of his bed
You'll wish you'd never been born
the pool
She's Hollywood hot Rodeo fine
Sweet as that Napa Valley sweet red wine
She's California Crazy that California Crazy girl's all mine
She's
red, face peeling off
I like your look in the sun
Skin's hot
Take that bikini off
You're tan, I'm burnt by the sun
Head hurts
My skin is falling off
Na
through ya
Red hot she be sizzling suya
Se*y buh she not a seducer
Surrender when i cop the bazooka
Bad man me I taketh by force
Enjoy it's a three meal
Piper done picked a peck of the pickled peppers
Red leather, yellow leather
Whether the weather is fine or not
You know the rhymes is hot clever
A little
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