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letra de red dead - john ross

[intro]
yeah
okay okay okay
yeah
alright

[hook]
on my red dead (uh), on my red dead sh-t
i might k!ll that boy (uh), always talkin’ that sh-t
if he ever try me, there will be no hesitation
imma pull the chord (yeah), ain’t no priest in that b-tch
feel like a oak tree (yeah), i’m super solid
hoe you don’t know me, i be on my f-b-i sh-t
they be watchin’ all day, i ain’t even made the pilot
yeah i just said that sh-t b-tch (uh), what about it

[verse]
hop up in the truck, and then go run ‘em over (uh)
i can’t see n0body, i put down the visor (yeah uh)
money in my pocket, i’m like f-ck a wallet (okay okay)
i was smokin’ out the socket, now i’m on the private (yeah)
i had been watch-less, now my wrist on ben and jerry
i picked this dab the other day, it looked like apple jelly
if they really hatin’, tell ‘em meet me at the cemetery
if she got a onlyfans, i can’t wait ’til she get married
i’m dirty dan, sossy in the kitchen
i remember bumpin’ birdie bands, that sh-t was the realest (uh)
now these hoes mad, i done closed the business
if she trippin’ tell her call her mans, i ain’t f-ckin’ widdit (uh)
this sh-t on me, b-tch you codependent
i ain’t worried ‘bout no broke hoe, trynna catch me slippin’ (uh)
f-ck the police, i be really whippin’ in it
b-tch i don’t do no speed limit, that sh-t silly (uh)

- john ross

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