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only the family & lil durk - eyes red lyrics
[verse 1]
i love the b_tches who love me and let me act crazy to other lil’ b_tches in public
i know some n_ggas got work on they stomach, then go to the gym like they work on they stomach
she tellin’ me that she love me, but my mama told me to never get tricked by a woman
i don’t trust n_ggas who be in everybody hood, like how the f_ck you get my number?
how you get public defendants for fightin’ a murder for one of your brothers with money?
i gave the money for lawyers, so how i divide y’all? i was just doin’ it for nothin’
hate to fall out with some n_ggas i loved ’cause they talk about business on regular numbers
i’m off the xan’, i done crashed the trx truck, i had the phone in my hand
i don’t be tellin’ my daughter she come with her brother ’cause i hate breakin’ a promise
i don’t be puttin’ no weed in my story, they tellin’ stories like they havin’ exotic
money comin’ in lil’ singles, i done told shorty show her body
it be somethin’ you wanna hear fresh off the rip, give her some money (h_ll yeah)
[chorus]
give her some money, she probably wanna f_ck in private
n_ggas want money, they pocket watchin’ ’til they eyes red (wow, wow, wow, wow)
i done pulled my amiris halfway down, got shorty thighs red
i done pulled my amiris halfway down, made my gun slid, uh
[verse 2]
deeski beat his body, he the man
even though the witness took the stand (yeah)
1090 jake on the ‘gram
blastin’ snitchin’, show it to the fam’ (yeah)
down on the score, why you trollin’ again?
harajuku barbie, my b_tch a ten (yeah)
never gon’ go through her phone again
seen what you saw and it hurt you for real (yeah, yeah, yeah)
foenem be tweakin’, they rollin’ off pills
they grabbin’ they gun and they go on the block
none of them n_ggas got money like i got the money
she better go f_ck with a opp (yeah)
murder time, uh (yeah), that n_gga live with a clock (yeah)
summertime, uh (yeah), boonie gon’ pour out the wock’
fast car, lamborghini, skrrt (yeah)
big prr, i’m firin’ through the shirt (yeah)
big prr, my memphis b_tch squirt (yeah)
big prr, shiesty in her purse (yeah, yeah)
tiffany ones, the jeweler confirmed
come from the bottom, i waited my turn
celebrity b_tches be sneaky as us
i promise i’ll never gon’ tell ’em a word (wow, wow, wow, wow, wow)
[chorus]
give her some money, she probably wanna f_ck in private
n_ggas want money, they pocket watchin’ ’til they eyes red (wow, wow, wow, wow)
i done pulled my amiris halfway down, got shorty thighs red
i done pulled my amiris halfway down, made my gun slid, uh
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