Lyrics:
by the 9
Fuck the dumb shit, I run this, a whole life of crime
Ain't never had shit, but always had my pistol, bitch
187, don't make me whistle, bitch
Your hydraulic butt, bounce like a six-trey
I'm on the case, jealous man steppin in my way
Hot pursuit, why she play herself? Get the boot
Nigdy pod mostem dziś po innej stronie bejbe
Się czuję trochę jak Red Hot Chili Peppers
To jest mój rok to jest mój rok ogień na tej scenie
Nie
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
Matching hair, matching clothes and eyes
Kinda like a tiger in heat
Red hot in black
Red hot in black
Revolution running through her veins
A radical
cleaver
I'm burni'n hot, people think I have a fever, check it
If niggas wanna front, then come with it
If you're havin second thoughts, well then forget
the red woman red with the broken wooden leg
and there are many red dresses lying on my little bed
and the oven is hot so come and warm yourself up
by
Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed
Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed
'Cause', you know me, givin' me left hand dap
P-funk
feelin' young
Them habaneros make me cry
Till two hot tamales walk on by
Sportin' that Red Voodoo style
Talkin' 'bout Red Voodoo style
They got some
Your hydraulic butt, bounce like a six-trey
I'm on the case, jealous man steppin in my way
Hot pursuit, why she play herself? Get the boot
by the mystery
The mystery of red
Red knocks 'em dead
Some like it hot, I like it red
Red is my lover, got it covered
Red is my number, sure
haunted by the mystery,
The mystey of red.
Red knocks 'em dead,
Some like it hot, I like it red.
Red is my lover, got it covered
Red is my number,
beam, red beam, red beam
I'm hot, I feel like a dream, red SRT, I'm makin' them scream
I'm fly, they coppin' me, walk in the spot, I'm causin a scene
I know is the block was hot
Block was hot
Can't tell me if it's real or not
All I know is the block was hot
We seeing colors like
Red, Cuz
Crip
shine red rubies
St-st-stay submerged in the finest waters
I come from a world where dreams don't exist
I guess that explains why I don't understand
How
start feelin' young
Them habaneros make me cry
'Til two hot tamales walk on by
Sportin' that
Red voodoo smile
Talkin' 'bout
Red voodoo
They
Red Hot Girl in a Chevrolet
Words and music By: Christopher Paul (Maslyar)
Copyright: Genoa Music Co.
Let me tell you all a story about a girl I
a ride!
I bet y’all here now, that she’ll be by my side.
Hot Blon‘ Baby, my Solo Jelly
Red Headed Woman, give it to me!
Blon‘ Baby, don’t you do me wrong,
know
You hot
You know, you know, you know
You hot
You know, you know, you know
Especially when you bounce, bounce (we all just taking like a Magic
Hot Shit
Boy you better stop it
Whew
Caught
Red hand red hand
If we talking bout a play
I got hot cheeto dust on my fingertips
Melee melee for
Mark 8:36
Don't lose your soul
Not Oz or O
Same spirit
I'll swing this pole
Don't lose your soul
Hot or cold
Stop or go
Red light
Green light
Red
Delores T., Screw her, I never knew her
I'm good, like milk mixed with calugha
Intimidated by the songs I made (why?!)
You soft like suede, I'm sharp
until
We left that n**** head hot
Red eye red dots, f*** them
Give em head shots, thought
He was a savage until we
Turned him to a dead op
Red eye red
red rover
You run through all my thoughts, so I keep overthinking
Just to get a glimpse of you after you're leaving
I don't wanna rush our time but by
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