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letra de red rum - anthony kannon

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pull up with that woo woo
all i think is red rum
wake up early in the morning

grinding till the check come
ima hit the trap and make some runs to go collect funds
homie talking crazy
say it with your chest son

peel off from the lot yeah
feeling like the f1
never did respect son
go and get his head spun
make a couple dollars and they mad
what you expect huh?
married to the game
treat these n-ggas like my step sons

facebook gangsters, and that’s when the threats come
keyboard warrior, oh you think you’re steph huh?
stomp him with adidas, now the n-gga rev run
oh he wanted smoke? well i got the best lungs

i know he p-ssy, intimidate him
i take a n-gga and dinner plate him
i’m the creator and innovator
bad boy, check the tabloids

you just been all on my d-ck
(yeah)
tell him i’m taking a pic
(yeah)
just being honest, lil’ b-tch i’m the hottest
i told the doctor i’m sick

i think the feds on the block
better be calm as a b-tch
i keep good energy round me
cuz you know karma a b-tch
i hear them hating, they see me shine
i know they salty as sh-t
i got more money than half of these n-ggas, and i never copped me a brick

from the silk rag, to the shoe
i feel bad, for your crew
get two packs and i move that
real fast, what it do

bills stacked and they blue
chill that n-gga food
told pierce hit 100k, and i’m still acting a fool

pull up with that woo woo
all i think is red rum
wake up early in the morning
grinding till the check come
ima hit the trap and make some runs to go collect funds
homie talking crazy
say it with your chest son

peel off from the lot yeah
feeling like the f1
never did respect son
go and get his head spun
make a couple dollars and they mad
what you expect huh?
married to the game
treat these n-ggas like my step sons

tired of the disrespect
backwood, hit the zess
i hit the homies
tell them match, like a kitchen set
scream f-ck the world
(yeah)
i ain’t stick the tip in yet
something in the bag incase n-gga get to trippin’ (bet)

i ride for my finfolk
tied, b-tch i’m ten toed
he ain’t see it coming…
like a slide in the end zone

find out the info
pried out the pin code
gas boy.
stay with fire like a zippo

sh-t is different
got no convictions, still pitching onions
think it’s his?
well i hit the l!ck b-tch i’m chris columbus
if i don’t make it
f-ck all the sh-t that i did for nothing
i see them hating
let’s get this paper and switch the subject

- anthony kannon

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