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letra de red pill, blue pill / glock box, pt. 2 - fijimacintosh

[intro]
d-d-d-deko

[chorus: fijimacintosh]
i’m high and you’re not
b-tch, i tote my glock
i don’t milly rock, i can’t f-ck with cops
can’t f-ck with snakes, stay far ‘way from the opps
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
b-tch, really b-tch? red pill, blue pill
can you cook my melody? that’s just how my mood is
white pill, blue sky, truth is not televised
you, me, and crew, we get served like some popeyes

[verse 1: fijimacintosh]
b-tch keep on suckin’ on this d-ck ’til your mouth tired
that b-tch want a purse but she can’t even get a french fry
i don’t got no motherf-ckin’ friends, all them n-gg-s died
i just took the top off that benz, she like hypnotized
mama want that coupe, want that coupe, with the frog eyes
i remember back in the day it was our time
yellow b-tch, purple b-tch, double cup, that actavis
break it down a little bit, roll it up and take a hit

[chorus: fijimacintosh]
i’m high and you’re not
—-, i tote my glock
i don’t milly rock, i can’t — with cops
can’t —- with snakes, stay far ‘way from the opps
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
—-, really —-? red pill, blue pill
can you cook my melody? that’s just how my mood is
white pill, blue sky, truth is not televised
you, me, and crew, we get served like some popeyes

[verse 2: noirillusions]
b-tch gave me head so d-mn good, gave her high five
b-tch, i’m in the hood every day, i cannot lie
beam on that glock, it can see a n-gg-‘s third eye
cheese in my pockets lookin’ swole just like popeye
i’m finna take this b-tch soul, she will not find
diamonds on me bling so d-mn hard, not no hotline
black diamond teeth, samurai in the night time
black diamond teeth, samurai in the night time

- fijimacintosh

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