Testo RED STRING - GoldLink

RED STRING

Tryna put my hand pon your waist take you places
Tryna hit a home run, jogging round the bases
Fucking at the chateau, used to be the basement
Now it's Vashtie

and you're calling me your wasteman
But she starstruck now she want to be replacement adjacent
Grabbing for my face like she Freddie or Jason
I just want you wine for me look, look, shawty, look
I just want you wine for me baby
Better yet girl have you cry for me baby
Better yet lie for me die for me baby
I'ma have you singing blue songs

Grey colored city strike the tone tone
Bad bitch with me tryna take me home
Shawty give no fuck but can't give me dome
Grabbing up her legs and they smooth on me
Now she brought her girl now there's two on me
Bad bitch with me tryna take me home
Shawty give no fuck, but can't give me dome
She won't leave me lone

Now I'm tryna fuck in harmony like Bizzy Bone
Now she sending dirty nudies pon the cellie phone
Yeah, let it breathe
Throwing her some money while she throwing me some, look
I was tryna get her started singing R&B
On her knees worship me like deity
Never bring my sand to the beach
Looking at the dome what I see
Bring the 2 to the 1 make it 3
Take the 3 to the 6 minus 3
Mathematic our connection static made me magic
Red string theory it was bound to happen
Maybe it was manifested, maybe I'm just crazy
Maybe you like bad boys, maybe I'm a basic
Maybe it's the ancestors, maybe it's just Enoch
Maybe it's the chain light or maybe it's the wristwatch

Grey colored city strike the tone tone
Bad bitch with me tryna take me home
Shawty give no fuck but can't give me dome
Grabbing up her legs and they smooth on me
Now she brought her girl now there's two on me
Bad bitch with me tryna take me home
Shawty give no fuck, but can't give me dome
She won't leave me lone

Dirty white tee, Glock, with a semi-tone
Pants baggy I can probably carry 20 phones
When that shit hit the fan, who you leaning on?
Tryna give me a Christina, love a million
Ricky Bobby when I hit the lobby feeling like Mariah Carey
Bitches wanna touch my body
Bandana colored Maserati
Tryna crash that bitch and wake up in a new Bugatti
Switching lanes I'm going fast I don't know how to break
I just groove and keep it smooth I don't know how to fake
Hitting 070 I know how to shake
And my pockets full of Benjies like I bought a lake
Ain't no love in this shit, it ain't no love at all
Everybody that I put on wanna see me fall
I should buy up all their masters then I write a book on how to ball by
Goldlink styling then I disappear off like I'm Sarah Palin
Lonnie gorgeous like my bitches gorgeous
Red leather black exterior the latest Porsches
Rapping too fast got em feeling nauseous

Grey colored city strike the tone tone
Bad bitch with me tryna take me home
Shawty give no fuck but can't give me dome
Grabbing up her legs and they smooth on me
Now she brought her girl now there's two on me
Bad bitch with me tryna take me home
Shawty give no fuck, but can't give me dome
She won't leave me lone