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letra de red flag (feat. skidee) - changoos

(woah, woah)
(b-tch, b-tch)
(gang)
(huh, huh?)

(aye skidee you got it!)

so much money, i’m counting these racks
b-tch i’m getting rich, i’m goin fast
ur love was fake, i knew won’t last
it’s in my brain, it’s in my past
caring bout nun i’m chasing the bag
b-tch i’m high like a bird, i’m feelin like a bat
six rounds in the gun, i don’t care where i’m at
f-cking up my mind you’re so bad

don’t do drugs go to school ho
going up reach the pluto
lame b-tch think she smart deleting photos
f-cking b-tch had no brain was a moron
random things she texting i don’t know
i went on a trip and didn’t post a photo
i be chilling in the jammu and sippin on the coco
my heart falling in love but brain was like no no

talking about money, i got money with the gang
matte black xima that sh-t goin fast
v12 engine gon blast
i’m making this sh-t i’m skipping the class uhh
got so much in the past
but i don’t really don’t worry
coz changoos is coming with the cash uhh
i got the cash
running thеse bands b-tch i’m gassed
24-7 i’m making thesе racks
grabbed an umbrella that p-ssy might splash
said that she love me i’m good with my gang
f-ck with us and you gon end with a bang
these b-tches crazy for me but they can’t
these b-tches lazy i’m chasin these bags (huh)

i’m doing my thang
7.62 gon rip off your hand
draco gon make you run all of these laps
i just be rockin don’t get off the tag
b-tch i be ready i don’t need no mag
cash in my pockets my ksubis they sag
how come she happy her tail never wag
don’t like me swearing that’s a red flag

all my brothers you know that we rich
f-ck with my bros never let a b-tch
don’t need no hoes no don’t need a witch
i know that we ballin but this not a pitch
i’m up with my glock it do have a switch
maxima too fast, you won’t get a hitch
i’m gonna get out, won’t live in this sh-t
can’t even afford still rating my fit
all of my paper makin sh-t easy
said they 4l call em’ say they busy
they told my momma i won’t succeed
she say that i’m rich, they keep askin “is he?”
stay to myself, no i ain’t no snitch
yea we was broke, sheets they were stitched
now that i’m wearing these chains, these rings, these wrists
my homies got me really rich

- changoos

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