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letra de red light - chris miles & bamby h2o

[intro]
one, two, three, yo

[chorus]
red light, green light, f-ck what you feel like
so blacked out, i might just go
ridin’ electric, my trunk in the front
but i’m still smokin’ gas with the boujeest hoe
my mama scared for me, i need some therapy
f-ck that sh-t, i would rather do blow
skiin’ the slope with a couple of thotties
i’m up like i’m jb, i’m talkin’ bezos

[verse 1]
new flow, brand new hoe when i’m out of the state
that’s great, stay in the mansion, my sh-t’s got a gate
your sh-t got a gate? my sh-t got a moat
these b-tches annoying, i hope that they croak
don’t post on your story, that sh-t isn’t dope
i’d rather be dead than ever be brokе
wait, okay, all of my pills look like cosmo and wanda
i’m eatin’ her hеart like i’m jeffrey dahmer
i think i’m bipolar, i switch up personas like
i turn your b-tch from a thot to a queen
word to my dead, she been f-cked on the team
big h2o, but i’m sippin’ codeine
if shawty is loyal, i buy her celine
know how i’m movin’, i’m smokin’ ogs
hold it up, run it up, do it with ease
i put my b-tch on my mission, i’m straight stuntin’
do what i say, but i bet she won′t say nothin’
and they stay buggin’, yeah, i f-cked that lil b-tch and her eight cousins
yeah, i’m ready to die, so just say somethin’
i been rockin’ balenci’, i’m straight stuntin’
don’t talk, just play the quiet game
new hoe, she playin’ mind games
born normal, i’ma die insane
i’m a n0body, i don’t got a name
i’ma violate, like, yeah
i’m from the south, i can legally air it out
f-ck what you tweetin’, you won’t drop your whereabouts
got so much money, i don’t even care about
whoa, okay, i spend a band and it won’t make a dent
call some lil n-ggas, for sure leave you bent
oh, that’s your b-tch? she call me to vent
i pay her no mind, but you payin’ her rent
[chorus]
red light, green light, f-ck what you feel like
so blacked out, i might just go
ridin’ electric, my trunk in the front
but i’m still smokin’ gas with the boujeest hoe
my mama scared for me, i need some therapy
f-ck that sh-t, i would rather do blow
skiin’ the slope with a couple of thotties
i’m up like i’m jb, i’m talkin’ bezos

- chris miles bamby h2o

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