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yvngxchris - red lyte (original) كلمات أغنية

lyrics from snippet
[intro]
if you don’t got a gun, n_gga, walk away from me
and the glock finna take out his guts, i ain’t tuckin’ his tummy
b_tch, you not my twizzy, who told you we buddies?
i just caught that boy lackin’ and now my jit bl__dy
gave her d_ck one time, now she tell me she love me
(dylvinci got the code)

[verse 1]
he want the static, he not ’bout that action
i pull out the choppa, catch him at the red light
b_tch think he cappin’, i hit then i pass it
i f_cked on his mama and now it’s his bedtime
i be your stepdad, you cannot flex that
d_ck hard on the bed, your mom erect that
rappin’ on n_ggas head, that’s what i’m best at
slide with the pole like i’m finna elect somebody
your shawty on me, n_gga, don’t test my buddy
heard that n_gga lookin’ for me, told the b_tch, “come find me”

…

[verse 2]
yeah, uh, yeah, uh (yeah)
yeah, uh, yeah, uh (yeah)
yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh (yeah)
she not tryna f_ck, i’m kickin’ that b_tch out
glock in my hand, don’t make me pull that b_tch out
asian lil’ b_tch told me, “pull that d_ck out”
he try to test me, got that n_gga gl!cked down
i laugh to the bank, n_gga, hahaha
if a n_gga test me, it go, “gra_da_da_da”
in the f_ckin’ ‘rari and i’m droppin’ the top
and i’m countin’ money while she suckin’ my c_ck
i got h_lla b_tches so i’m f_ckin’ a lot
i do not give a d_mn, i say, “f_ck it” a lot
and lil’ b_tch, you a virgin
you just be cappin’ and sh_t, n_gga, you don’t be f_ckin’ no thots
why these n_ggas on d_ck? uh_huh
when i pull that b_tch out, she gon’ give me that cl_t, uh_huh
and i’m givin’ them flint, uh_huh (okay)
and i caught that boy lackin’, i slide with the glock and i empty the clip, uh_huh
and i’m sorry, lil’ b_tch, i cannot keep you in if you not givin’ lip, uh_huh
and i’m shoppin’ at saks, but that’s not the problem, b_tch, i got a whole lotta cash
i’ma f_ck on that b_tch from the motherf_ckin’ back ’cause that b_tch got a whole lot of ass
i’ma hop in the godd_mn srt, got a whole lotta dash
n_gga, you is a lil’ b_tch, i end a n_gga life with this stick
that glock get a bite of your lip
n_gga, ain’t n0body comparin’ to chris
lean in my p_ss, i swear that these f_ck n_ggas makin’ me sick
like sick to my stomach, b_tch, i need to sh_t
and they say, “who is chris?” b_tch, i be the sh_t
i’m way too cold, don’t preheat me, b_tch
she a godd_mn thot, might delete the b_tch
i just might leave the b_tch
chris so godd_mn tight, n_gga, you gotta see this sh_t
breathin’ it, pushin’ the motherf_ckin’ lamborghini, my keys in it
i got a glock and another f_ckin’ choppa, yeah, that sh_t really be beamin’, b_tch
made that boy fall like autumn (oh, like twinuzis?)
no, n_gga, the season, b_tch
i put the d_ck in, i pulled the d_ck out, i just might have to tease the b_tch
yeah, oh yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
oh yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
oh yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
oh yeah
hit from the back, n_gga, i said, “oh yeah”
catch the p_ssy, one hand, odell
l!ck on the p_ssy, i pray that it don’t smell
b_tch, i’m the sh_t, but i think we can both tell
[outro]
b_tch ass n_gga
i’m [?] on this b_tch
yvngxchris in this b_tch, hold up
yvngxchris in this b_tch, hold up

- yvngxchris

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