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letra de red and blue - jay critch

[intro]
aye, yea
know what the f-ck it is
talk money gang
jay critch featuring vendetta you know what the f-ck is up bro
it don’t matter where i go
big domi in this b-tch
aye

[chorus]
(i’m) ahead of you, balenci’ the shoes
red and blue, ducking from red and blues
come through like a bruise red and blue
i got bloods i got crips get a clue
hit a stain on the pack of the booth
give me top in the whip got her legs out the roof
no it ain’t no deuce-deuce when we shoot
no we cannot be cool, who is you?

[jay critch]
(aye)
she gon’ let me f-ck then she walk it out
i be stacking bucks till i couldn’t count
tryna get the f-ck out my momma house
then spend some more bucks on my momma house
i heard the ops don’t want drama now
they heard we brought some new llamas out
your b-tch heard we rock designer now
your b-tch heard we rock designer now
aye, she all in the condo now
yea, she swallow now
she give me facetime like we skyping
my pieces h-tting like tyson
that b-tch a vacuum like dyson
that mean she give me the brain
you know the game never change
you know i stay on the wave
she want that old critch, nah, i don’t hold hands
she want that young critch, nah, i’m a grown man
n-gg-s on they young sh-t they ain’t touching no bands
hit it from the back now she walking like a old man (i’m)

[chorus]
ahead of you, balenci’ the shoes
red and blue, ducking from red and blues
come through like a bruise red and blue
i got bloods i got crips get a clue
hit a stain on the pack of the booth
give me top in the whip got her legs out the roof
no it ain’t no deuce-deuce when we shoot
no we cannot be cool, who is you?

[verse 2]
i f-ck her i’m burning some calories
she talk that sh-t when she mad at me
off where the thotties be in it at
four change on me no olympian
get that sh-t and then we movin it that’s a fact
tap yo -ss up with that ruger clap
humble n-gg- but i’m lookin for stupid racks
all my n-gg-s they be with it to take it back
yeah, aye, hey
she ride like a frixie and she hold my blicky
when shiggy get sticky and that is my b-tch yeah
and she with the sh-ts if you disrespect her
then i empty clips yeah
i really had activist n-gg-s be fronting
my money do back to back to back flips
and i got the racket tense i gotta flip
her panties leaking dripping out and sh-t
popped a xannie i might take your sh-t
t and me gang
i seen so many n-gg-s that i can’t remember
and my diamonds colder than a winter
if you ask about me you would know i’m winning
but i’m always sending probably on a mission
tryna get the digits money never mention
money never missing (aye)
playing shawty like a game
i ain’t with it for the fame
getting money make it last
cause a n-gg- was ashamed
shout to home i know the pain
shout to home i know the pain
n-gg-s ain’t know the story
that’s why i joined a f-cking gang

- jay critch

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