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gudda gudda - red rum كلمات أغنية

[verse 1]
all red g.t., dipping in that turning lane
red rum gudda, b_tch, i come here to murder lames
y.m.c.m.b., call that sh_t the murder gang
the booth is like a coffen, when i get in here, i murder things
i’m on one, where them hoes at?
they want a picture with me, call me kodak
gun c_cked, n_gga, i let him hold that
real n_gga though, but you already know that
i’m on a paper chase, and i ain’t stopping for a second
i was starving, then i ate, and now i’m back here for my seconds
i am living out my dreams, chilling with your queen
and her legs and her thighs, is what i’m tryna get between
man, i’m tryna get loose, patrone mixed with the juice
louis v animal n_gga, coming straight from out the booth
and i’m spitting on the features, like i got a missing tooth
david copperfield roof, hit the b_tton, it go poof
i’m on fire, i’m on fire, pistol singing like the quire
get your girl in my bed, make her hit high notes like mariah
man, my cup is still muddy, dirty sprite, i love it
hit the party, spike the punch, man, i be thugging it in public
i’m a wild boy, trap like a cowboy
2 revolvers in the holster, cl!ck, pow, boy
f_ck next n_gga, i got now, boy
dope flow, have some coke in the smile, boy
[chorus]
red rum, n_gga
red rum
i come to murder sh_t, here i come
red rum, n_gga
red rum
i say i come to murder sh_t, b_tch, here i come

[verse 2]
believe me when i tell you, boy, ain’t a soul stopping mine
it’s m.o.b., but best believe, we throwing up them dollar signs
stop it, slime, i make my young n_ggas turn sh_t to columbine
trentchcoat, yoppers underneath, but get your glock in line
it’s popping 5, i’m on it
destroy all my opponents
put a hole in the middle of your head, and call it a doughnut
i am wreckless, talking wreckless, you don’t respect it, then get checked
scope on your dome, you check me, i don’t check it
hundred grand up in the duffle, ain’t no need to double check it
sh_t, i got it from the [?] you might find something extra
y.m.c.m.b. business, god is my wittness
i’m the sickest n_gga spitting, and the flow is nasty like syfilis
i’m a tad bit gifted, you n_ggas is on my sh_t list
5 thousand to the shooter, now n_ggas is on my hit list
stacking dollar after dollar, boy, that’s how the bread come
murder 1, cl!ck clack, boy, we call that red rum
[chorus]
red rum, n_gga
red rum
i come to murder sh_t, here i come
red rum, n_gga
red rum
i say i come to murder sh_t, b_tch, here i come

- gudda gudda

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