letra de red dead - margiela
[intro]
triple 2’s on me on god y’all n-ggas not gang in this b-tch
grimey youth on me on point y’all n-ggas ain’t winning this sh-t
too live wit a 4-5 ar gon give ‘em a kick
n-ggas tried to copy my swag tried to copy my drip in this b-tch
vivienne chains on my neck i’m feelin like ren in this b-tch
i can’t love no thot but this cash im in love with this sh-t
ex b-tch going out sad out west wit my internet b-tch
[verse 1]
i’m already in my bag mya get it my b-tch bad
wit the same 5 n-ggas outside
that i came up wit that’s how n-gga get that
yea i never been scamming no opp
only god can stop y’all n-ggas from the get back
and i told y’all n-ggas my chop don’t stop
leave his whole top red like sin bad
get that
pockets on swole no six pack
leave his whole tеam red can’t get it back
make a call sеnd a bird then i sit back
new b-tch but ex hoe can’t beat that
she be on the d-ck then i be back
new stick wit a drum like a beat pad
penthouse top floor where the freaks at
cuz my d-ck gon need that i like hoes down when it be the pageant
don’t make me get scared make sh-t tragic
god boot a b-tch off like this happen
she bounce on the d-ck like mae rabbit
her man asking me if i still tapped it
she pop that p-ssy make sh-t nasty
homeboy see the opps ran straight pass me
on the mount i’m getting em back
this stick i’m feedin that ass
she throwing it back i’m throwing them stacks
never need no b-tch at all
but i got my own car just incase sh-t crack
make a scene wit intensity going on read
who’s line i’m pushin it back
and my last b-tch cried told her i don’t need her
make bread slide when i grip that nina
cut too fast i don’t even wanna see her
whole lotta money on rage like bea
live from the creek to a name wit a creature
i’m finna cut my tail off like frieza
down by the b-tch i wouldn’t wanna be yuh
make a bad b-tch give me head for a feature
make a track wit her cut her off like cesar
shawty spend a bag at victoria secret
make hits on hits b-tch no leaking
finna make sh-t jump after 4 seasons
told you i still shawty high no reason
rage on the beat imma leave the b-tch bleedin
you n-ggas ain’t bout sh-t i can’t see it
use to want b-tterflies until i had to flee it
use to want to be a n-gga til i had to be it
now we f-ckin up checks at neimans
now we f-ckin these hoes like bringy
gotta mean that studys turn green b-tch
and she bring her friends every weekend
every friday b-tch it’s my day
i ain’t lie but this cash got my crying
finna wipe my tears to some sade
like uzi this goyard to buy it
like uzi this off white to buy it
now this got sace versace
man these 2 hoes kiss like a bi b-tch
you don’t really wanna beef with the flyest
n-gga tried to step up you tried it
young rage got a touch like midas
only hoes ride me be the finest
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