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Red White
by Vampsky
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There's no turning back
I can't step into the house, until the invite
All these pockets on my jeans and they red, white
I like my bitches pale red, white
Bitch, I'm a vamp from hell dam right
I sipping blood like it's red, wine
If you my son, yeah, it's bed time
She was the right girl, but I met her at the wrong time
Yeah, I miss that girl, I ain't seen her in a long time
I just spilled some wok on my T-shirt
Do not hit me up you got no money for a feature
Hitting from the back, I turn your main bitch to a queefer
I'ma blow you down, yeah, my glock named creeper
Shout out to my main shooter, yeah, that nigga reaper
Glock on my hip, clean the block, I'm a sweeper
Hands like I'm Stax, no gun, he a sleeper
Underground show with the vamps, different creatures
New Rocks coming overseas, it's a sneaker
Underground niggas weird as fuck, woman beaters
I can't step into the house, until the invite
All these pockets on my jeans and they red, white
I like my bitches pale red, white
Bitch, I'm a vamp from hell dam right
I sipping blood like it's red, wine
If you my son, yeah, it's bed time
She was the right girl, but I met her at the wrong time
Yeah, I miss that girl, I ain't seen her in a long time
There's no turning back
I can't step into the house, until the invite
All these pockets on my jeans and they red, white
I like my bitches pale red, white
Bitch, I'm a vamp from hell dam right
I sipping blood like it's red, wine
If you my son, yeah, it's bed time
She was the right girl, but I met her at the wrong time
Yeah, I miss that girl, I ain't seen her in a long time
I just spilled some wok on my T-shirt
Do not hit me up you got no money for a feature
Hitting from the back, I turn your main bitch to a queefer
I'ma blow you down, yeah, my glock named creeper
Shout out to my main shooter, yeah, that nigga reaper
Glock on my hip, clean the block, I'm a sweeper
Hands like I'm Stax, no gun, he a sleeper
Underground show with the vamps, different creatures
New Rocks coming overseas, it's a sneaker
Underground niggas weird as fuck, woman beaters
I can't step into the house, until the invite
All these pockets on my jeans and they red, white
I like my bitches pale red, white
Bitch, I'm a vamp from hell dam right
I sipping blood like it's red, wine
If you my son, yeah, it's bed time
She was the right girl, but I met her at the wrong time
Yeah, I miss that girl, I ain't seen her in a long time
