| Tom Ford drippin', every shade, they gon' cover my body
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| Beat that hoe up from the back, I’m in her body
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| Hunnid racks in the duffel bag, cocky
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| We don’t stop at red lights
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| Cracking me a red pint
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| Red beam, red pipe
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| Red cream, rare Sprite
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| Rare king, rare ice
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| YSL, real tight
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| Walking with a long pipe
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| If he make the wrong move, he gon' have a red night
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| I been on a long flight, I know this shit overdue
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| But I had to pour the red in the Sprite, make it new
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| Make it international, catch me in ya' country, bitch
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| Bend it over, make it split
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| Suck the dick with plenty spit
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| I can’t be a fool, bitch
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| We gon' make a movie, flick
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| Beat it 'til I’m losing it
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| Big boy, Rolls Royce, riding in a big whip
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| Seeing stars in this shit, how you not gon' fuck the clique?
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| Sippin' water is essential, I got Fiji for these bitches
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| Poppin' percocet, I’m itchin', got anxiety, I’m twitchin'
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| Big racks, big rocks for a thot and she gon'-
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| Tom Ford drippin', every shade, they gon' cover my body
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| Beat that hoe up from the back, I’m in her body
|
| Hunnid racks in the duffel bag, cocky
|
| We don’t stop at red lights
|
| Cracking me a red pint
|
| Red beam, red pipe
|
| Red cream, rare Sprite
|
| Rare king, rare ice
|
| YSL, real tight
|
| Walking with a long pipe
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| If he make the wrong move, he gon' have a red night
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| She act like a bird, kick her to the curb
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| I ain’t got no time to kick it with these goofy hoes
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| Kickin' shit like Rubio, like a movie role
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| Balling out, pick and roll
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| Beat this shit, I hit the store
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| Fuck this shit, I been on,
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| I got hoes, they on flip phones
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| I got niggas, they gon' creep,
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| Thirty thousand on the flight,
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| Chain on, chain on, I got ice, bitch
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| Turn her on, light switch
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| Switch swag,
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| Blew a bag on my niggas 'cause it’s 'bout the loyalty
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| King shit, we royalty
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| Niggas ain’t comparing me
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| Tom Ford drippin', every shade, they gon' cover my body
|
| Beat that hoe up from the back, I’m in her body
|
| Hunnid racks in the duffel bag, cocky
|
| We don’t stop at red lights
|
| Cracking me a red pint
|
| Red beam, red pipe
|
| Red cream, rare Sprite
|
| Rare king, rare ice
|
| YSL, real tight
|
| Walking with a long pipe
|
| If he make the wrong move, he gon' have a red night |