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Yeah
I love red
I love red
We leave 'em dead
We leave 'em dead
We leave 'em dead
Leave 'em dead
I'm finna' slide on the boy right now, don't want no smoke
And I go to keep that glock on me, you know I tote
If he want to talk down on the gang, right now, then we slice yo throat
Yeah we gon' leave that lil' boy red, yeah, we gon' wipe his nose
'Cause he know it's suicide
Yeah, that boy stupid, he gon' die
In that lil' Phantom when I ride
She roll with me she catch a high
I cannot fuck, not nomo'
Yeah, count that bread, count pesos
Yeah, leave him dead, on that floor
Bitch I love red, thought you know
Yeah I cannot go, yeah, I had to run up the racks on that hoe
Lil' shawty too hotty, I pop and then go
Yeah bitch I'm too lit, pour the wock in the store
That lil' boy he too pussy, he won't drop the lo'
Yeah, the bitch love me
Yeah, but I love the green, like yeah
Yeah, bitch I score for the team, like yeah
Bitch I'm the man, fuck you mean, like yeah
Yeah, we tote them glocks and them F&N's
That nigga want war, then we spinning again
What's the fit, bitch, it's all black what I'm in
Yeah, bitch, real rockstar like I'm Ren
Bitch I love red
Bitch I love red
Yeah that bitch she so damn smart, she use her head
I took that bitch right to my bed, to my bed
Yeah, you not from round' these lil' parts, boy go on head
I popped Four pills forgot to mention
Fuck round', spent ten K with my dentist
Can't fuck with us little bitch we winning
I love that ass on all my women
Bitch we got them racks, no this ain't tennis
Might go to the A, and then go to Lenox
Fuck nigga just started, lil' bitch, I ain't finished
Might just break a few records, I feel like I'm Guinness
I'm finna' slide on the boy right now, don't want no smoke
And I go to keep that glock on me, you know I tote
If he want to talk down on the gang, right now, then we slice yo throat
Yeah we gon' leave that lil' boy red, yeah, we gon' wipe his nose