Ayye, Ayye Ayye Feet all on the couch and now I'm sippin somethin We wrong, we wrong, we wrong, we wrong If you got some pretty friends we gon bring
it doesn't pretty feels We're gonna bring em on Get it on, it on it on it on This is how we get it on Eeee Better I can read your mind, I love to redesign
thuggin on them hoes Red bottom heals she got blood on her toes I was like "damn where you from? What's your name?" You know what I'm reppin got it swinging on
one, two Now when the funds due who still gonna front you Son dude you might get slumped on a humble Might get a stealth torpedo to make you tumble Cause hazard to ya hustle Knew it
so she scream in silence A real bad boy and all my speeches violent [Chorus] [Red Cafe] Pour for them white girls, them light girls We just buy all these bottles cause it excites girls Yeah shorty go on
gonna show my abs .. genic swag Get automatic cash Big wheel on the front 200 on a dash We're running the streets Tell the niggers hang it off Time is on
Daily Beloved, We are gathered here tonight, In celebration of a new day, A new voice A new world Yeah, trick or treat, mask on its halloween Above the
the funds due who still gonna front you Son dude you might get slumped on a humble Might get a stealth torpedo to make you tumble Cause hazard to ya hustle Knew it
got away Trust is a funny thing it comes and it goes, But you should open up to me like a centerfold, Always on the prime, but you always on my mind
i keep the girl wet stay with a yankee sign on the fit and i kepp the yayo fryin on the skillet suckas can't touch it but you gotta feel it check the
But I used a little too much force We drove that car as far as we could Abandoned it out west Split up on a dark, sad night Both agreeing it was best
shorts big grill big wheel tell me that gave up 20 mill we a big deal give me that we fakin when we spittin betta get real can we go then we'll kill betta
there was nothing there where it should have been I sing the red rose and the briar I sing the red rose and the briar I saw it parked way down the street
medicated minutes Fuck image, we stuck on spinach In a second, you'll be checkin' into fuckin' smut clinics I ran up in a whack open mic cafe on stage
it tactician Tit for tat, three bombs on me, we all ticking Schizophrenic, up in the kitchen With a black fifth up against my head, just, click, click, clickin' it We
we took that curve over on 66 Han't-a been for me hanging on the shoulder we'd both wound up in the ditch If we're on time he takes the credit if we're
're underrated but one day we'll all make it And walk around naked with our bullocks platinum plated Anyway, I'm off track gotta stop that And get back
I don't know where we're goin' but we're already on our way The train is leavin' and it won't come back We got one-way tickets on a one-way track Nobody
