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letra de everything red lyrics (feat. lil wayne) - game

used to be a 40oz n-gg-
standin’ on the corner no money for the vodka
now you see em’ broke tell him holla, wanna throw him a couple dollars
follow me, on twitter follow me in the streets
be on my 2pac zone when i creep, and then i’m gone
back on my gang sh-t, you know the chain sick
throwin’ up the roc tryna to figure out where dame went
aye now pop champagne
tell them hoes that i’m in this b-tch with lil wayne
we got young money, we got old money
we got jay-z, beyonce show money
we got daniel gibson and keysha cole money
and we got haters but that better than no money
we got taylor swift and sheryl crow money
2010, we comin’ for your money

see red when i sleep
got a red lambo twenty two’s on the feet
catch a red eye private jet
that’s me red room for my dogs in the street

when you see me on the creep
got a redbone chick in this red leather seats
when i get into the house we layin’ over the sheets
take it off, red louis vuitton on the feet

brrrat, pearl white bugatti
flash cash flag on the top
spend a n-gg- band and we out, big money sh-t been ’bout
see this game blood
n-gg- gave me the gang so i gave it to my bloods
mula, fresh with the new fleet
all red y-m-c-m-b (so priceless)
big money on the white sheets
mil how we sleep, presidential suites
a-k’s on the harley
maserati, keep me a farely
and my bentley with the black mag
brand new porsche strap stashed
twenty two in my benz jeep
chopper long on the back seat

take the chopper out the trunk and go east-side with it
split a n-gg- in two, make a peace sign with him
play with the p-ssy, put the peace sign in it
i never thought i’d see a f-ckin’ free me sign n-gg-
young carter, n-gg-s know i’m blood
bad red bone sittin’ in my tub
i ball hard i don’t need a sub
break yo b-tch -ss off like a ticket stub
what it do, i’ll show you what it does
and everybody knows real bees don’t buzz
pull up in the drop top off where she was
and later on tonight i’m forget who she was
pimpin ain’t easy, no pimpin’ ain’t weezy
got too many bloods, i could never be anemic
you know my motto, put it in the air
and i f-ck with the game, like a true player

see red when i sleep
got a red lambo twenty two’s on the feet
catch a red eye private jet
that’s me red room for my dogs in the street

when you see me on the creep
got a redbone chick in this red leather seats
when i get into the house we layin’ over the sheets
take it off, red louis vuitton on the feet

- game

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