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letra de red - brezden

[intro]
(that’s [?])
yeah
she be sippin’ red wine, i be sippin’ red drank
i could make some-
yeah

[chorus]
she be sippin’ red wine, i be sippin’ red drank
i could make some headlines, go and break the d-mn bank
yeah, f-ckin’ on yo’ b-tch, made the bed shake
i got gas all in my blunt, they like, “ya d-mn stink”

[verse 1]
b-tches always b-tchin’, so i smoke to stop my headaches
poured up in a faygo, so i’m lovin’ how that red taste
ballin’ like i’m luka, b-tch, i’m ballin’ at my own pace
i ain’t smokin’ hookah, take a ‘wood [off?] to my own face
we just stuffed a wood in that ho [?] just likе a [?]
all these b-tches geekin’ in thе spot, it’s like they all nerds
i got a bad b-tch, i swear she got all curves
f-ckin’ b-tches, ballin’ on ’em, [wheeled?] up in the converse
i don’t wanna converse, i don’t wanna conversate
i’m up off this ‘za today, i can’t even contemplate
that lil’ b-tch a junkie, she said, “can i pop a oxy, bae”
my b-tch caught me cheatin’, she tried throwin’ all my crocs away
d-mn
i said, “baby, i’m a rockstar”
hi-tech, sippin’ ’cause we couldn’t find the wockhardt
only thing i fear is them people in them cop cars
underground legend in this sh-t, f-ck a top chart
[chorus]
she be sippin’ red wine, i be sippin’ red drank
i could make some headlines, go and break the d-mn bank
yeah, f-ckin’ on yo’ b-tch, made the bed shake
i got gas all in my blunt, they like, “he d-mn stink”

[interlude]
(yeah)
(they like, “he d-mn stink”) what?
([?], they like he d-mn stink) he stink
gas all in my blunt like he d-mn stink

[verse 2]
yeah
fell asleep, woke up, it was 2:30
b-tches in the crib still, f-ck it, poppin’ two perkies
lil’ bro keep a bowl on him, just like i’ma new jersey
glock [?], jordan in the clip, i don’t do currys
get it? it’s a seventeen, i’m movin’ on to better things
kobe bryant, stayed down and built me up a better team
f-ck mike, i’m the g.o.a.t., lil’ b-tch, i need seven rings
fast brake, runnin’ through the game, full head of steam
glocky got a red-ish beam, so i’ma call the [?]
i got designer head to toe, lil’ b-tch, i’m dressin’ like i scam
bad b-tch was actin’ lame, i had to block her like i’m bam
callin’ plays in l.a., lil’ b-tch, i feel like darvin ham
that b-tch try ask, “am i in love”, i said, “i don’t think i am”
for no b-tch above my brothers, b-tch, i’m rockin’ wit’ the fam’
backwood stuffed tight, that’s a whole lotta grams
they was cookin’ yola, i was on that nba jam

- brezden

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